John, my manual

I saw John Mayer last night. Such a dream.

It brought up feelings that I never felt before. Seeing your favorite artist live is like something inside you bursts open and love and other feelings spread out and you can't stop crying. I couldn't stop crying. I cried during 80% of the concert, I'd say. I'm still crying every time I think about it. It was overwhelming.

He brought me happiness, but he also got me thinking of life. What everything is for, university, responsibility, everything that keeps me from being young. So scared of getting older, I'm only good at being young. I want him so much. I don't know what he does to me. He touches me in places I didn't even know I had inside me. So cliché, I know, but that really does happen.

And so, this was my day. Crying. I spent the entire day crying and being scared of life, only wanting to be on John's tour bus and living like that for the rest of my life. John is the closest thing I have to a life and heart manual. I intend to tell him that personally one day. I have this feeling inside me that I'm going to see him again sooner rather than later, but I'm so fucking scared that I won't ever get to see him again.

I wish I could see him in Madrid on the 4th. I wish I had a car so I could actually go. It's ironic, really. I don't want to get any older but everything I want to do obliges me to.

Okay, 1AM. Going to watch Grey's Anatomy's season finale, cry, listen to John in bed, cry again.

Bisou, bisou *

I'm witnessing time-passing at its best. Until my Summer holidays, this is what still has to happen:

1. Portuguese presentation on Tuesday;

2. Psychology test next Thursday;

3. John Mayer concert on May 21st <3;

4. History and English test the next week;

5. Miley Cyrus concert on May 29th <3;

6. Portuguese test the week after that;

7. Seven to eleven days of intense studying;

8. Portuguese exam on the 16th, English exam on the 19th, History exam on the 21st;

9. One week with my friends at the beach;

10. Find out the exam results on July 8th;

11. Apply for Universities the day after that.

Then I'm done. After all this, high school is over and I'm on holidays. Ready to - hopefully - go to Italy. I'll be in Uni *crosses fingers* two months after that. I won't be able to see the majority of the people I saw every day for three years. I'm extremely glad I decided to be brave and start high school with a clean slate, in a different school where almost everyone in my old school went to. Clean slates are an amazing feeling, and doing that for yourself, even if it's hard at first, is totally worth it.

And now for Uni, I'm not going to be the shy girl. I'm going to have fun and meet people right at the beginning so I wouldn't be the weird girl in the corner who doesn't talk to anyone. Not that I ever was like that. Not all the time, anyway, only in the beginning. Anyway, MAKING NEW FRIENDS is the key. I can't wait, but I still wish I was six again.

Bisou, bisou *

* Photograph found here.

Katy Perry's back!

California Gurls - Katy Perry (feat. Snoop Dogg)

One more summer song. I'M ALREADY OBSESSED.

Bisou, bisou *

Just a few more days

I've waited for such a long time. Four years to be more precise. I finally heard some good news. There's just a few more days left, a few more weeks, less than a month. It'll be like it used to. Just a few more days. I said May was going to be one of the best months of my life. Just a few more days.

Bisou, bisou *

* Photograph found here.

Glue Movie

Never fear, I'm back! I always have this problem with blogging. It's like trying to get thinner. You know you have to drink two litres of water a day, the thought is always banging in your head, you know you have to do it but you don't, and then so many days pass by. And I don't get any thinner or write a blog. So it's a lose-lose situation. But I needed a break from BEDA, thirty days is tough and sometimes I really don't feel like blogging. Moving on.

On 1000 Awesome Things (highly recommended), #519, dear Neil Pasricha points out how each person's "glue movie" is awesome. I kept wondering what was mine. What movie I automatically freeze, smile and jump for every time it's on TV, what movie makes me drop the remote and lean back on the couch, what movie makes me laugh at the same jokes over and over again, a movie that never gets old.

Well, to me, that movie is Home Alone (it's tied with many, many others, but I thought this one deserved first place). I always love the holiday season when the house is all covered in red and green, with a Christmas tree by my side, holding a cup of tea and, suddenly, Macaulay Culkin appears on my screen. That actually happened last week! Except the Christmas part, of course.

The "KEVIN!" never gets old, the puts-his-hands-on-his-face-and-screams never gets old, the boobytraps never get old, it's always perfect. And the second one in New York is just as great! That reminds me: I think I might buy the DVDs.

What's your glue movie?

Bisou, bisou *

* Photograph found here.