Not gifted

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"Do you play music?"

"No. I just have to come face to face with the fact that I am not gifted, you know? I can appreciate art and I love music, but... It's sad, really, because I feel like I have a lot to express but I am not gifted."

Where's Margo?

Where's Margo?

Pots and Pans in the Living Room

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I'm not that messy. I make the occasional displacement of objects from time to time, but I'm really not someone who has their room completely upside down.

That is why I am annoyed until next Sunday. Today I started helping my parents move everything from the kitchen towards the living room, where they will stay there until said day. Why, you ask? Because we're changing the floor tiles. Not that there's anything wrong with them, for me at least, but I have to admit the new ones are much better than the ones we have now.

Floors need redecorating too apparently. They deserve it too, bless 'em. We spend our days stumbling, running and hurrying about on them, they need a break and a fresh start. Preferably a better one. But see... My living room has turned into a kitchen. If I need pots, pans, plates, cups, anything at all, I have to go to the living room and not the kitchen to get it. Microwave, fridge, the list doesn't end.

"A fresh cuppa tea? I'll just head to the kitchen."

"Nooop, direct yourself to the living room, if you please."

I bet that's going to happen to me tomorrow morning.

Have you ever had to redecorate a room and have everything put away in another room? Was it traumatic? Was it nerve racking?

- Lo

Too good to be true

It's been a year.

One. Whole. Year.

I can't believe it. I have to thank you for opening my eyes and giving me an amazing summer, one where I grew up, ended things I had to end and... just being here with me.

After hearing things about you, I... I don't really care. I'm remembering you the way you were when you were with me. I don't have any other way to remember you by because that's how I knew you and that's how you presented yourself to me. And though I know you won't read this in a million years, I still have to express what I'm feeling.

I'm sitting in the same place, I'm looking at the same view, but one thing is missing: you.

- Lo (Poppet)

P.S. - A friend of mine is posting this while I'm away, thank you. Check her out, she writes poetry and I love her: http://acordapoesia.blogspot.com/

One week away from my world

It's not like I'm going to Mars, but it's almost like that. I'm going to the North of Portugal to my grandparents' and it's my least favorite time of year. I won't have Internet, the TV only has four channels (and even so the connection is terrible) and I only have one place where I can send text messages or call my friends - right by the window, where sometimes my whole face is pressed against it because that's the only way to get cell service.

I'll be back in seven days. Eight, at the most. I'll come back to new YouTube videos, new e-mails, new tweets, new Dailybooth pictures (I asked a friend of mine to post photos I'll be sending him during the days to show you the depressing sights) and new blog posts that will take me forever to read, reply, watch and comment.

Things I will be doing while in said place:

1. Finishing Grey's Anatomy and starting House;
2. Watching movies I downloaded;
3. Reading;
4. Playing Jenga by myself;
5. Continue to write my novel (I'll try to find the inspiration I've been lacking these last few months);
6. Possibly making a vlog (though I'll only upload it when I get back, obviously);
7. Possibly taking photos to publish on LookBook.nu;
8. Counting down the days to smell and hear the city and civilization again.

I wish you all a good week.

- Lo

LookBook.nu

I CAN'T EXPLAIN WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.

I'm on LookBook.nu -- http://www.lookbook.nu/alorena1

- Lo