Sourpuss with an Attitude

So, here I am, writing in my new blog. Should I write in Spanish? Whatever, nobody is gonna read this anyway... It's raining outside and it's one of those days where there's nothing to do but get a new blog and write about nothing. What else could I write about? Specially during winter break in the US. I could start writing about the beginnings of my life until the present day, but don't worry, I won't do that to you. I'm too self conscious about my own dullness for that. Now, I have to say that at this specific point in time I'm a little bit down and probably that's the only vibe your gonna get from this post. I'm very homesick, friend-sick, dog-sick, grandma-sick, school-sick, street-sick, kamikaze-sick and everything-that-used-to-be-my-life-before-I-came-to-this-country-sick. Not only that, but I'm about to have my first Christmas away from home, which is the cherry on top of what has been a great semester. I hope you realize how ironically charged the word "great" is in that last sentence. This semester has been filled with all those things that add up and make you wanna commit suicide: money problems, relationship problems, family health problems, weight problems, loneliness problems, school problems, teacher is a racist asshole problems, and lots of little inconvenient shitty problems. You know, like my couch broke, my bed broke, my car broke kind of stuff. And, you know, there's just not a damn thing I can do about it. Yeah, it's true, because there will be a few moments when you are out in the "real world", where you literally will not be able to do anything but watch your life float on the air like the plastic bag on that american beauty movie for a while. And if you reader, are one of those people that walks around telling other people "it's all in your hands, these are the consequences of your own messed up choices"... Well, you know what? You can just rub it up your own ass, write a book about it and share your smart brains with the world, because I do not want to hear it. This is my blog, so I can whine about what the fuck I want, and if you don't agree you can just click on that little red cross that is on the top right corner of your browser. Of all the moments in the world, this is not the one to show me what a wise, broad-viewed, moral person you are.

OK, I believe I have complained and curse enough for my first post. I feel much better now.

Remember: The profound section is in some other person's blog.

Sourpuss