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the end ... Pirates

my blog, write you again this weekend to tell me something has emerged. And so the story still has to wait. See ... is that yesterday I threw without studying from 12 to the 6 trying to get a ticket for failure, for the grand final, and got it.

So you know I'm busy now with exams, I have to make the disguise (tribute to Michael), and upon termination on Friday, I have to fly away, to take the Comes for "tasit."
I wonder why I spent 40 euros on a ticket, why I'm running on Friday if my friends go on Saturday, why they will have to sleep in the station, and above all why leave you again.

Maybe you do not understand but I have since I was a booger laughing and singing stuff like this: