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Came Blunt

I do not write for ages. I have even forgotten how to tap the keys, I forgot the password to access the blog. The blog entries, among others, are entitled to free fall. Me bad, me bad. But fear not, will rise from the ashes as Arabia Felix. No, it was, the Phoenix, here, yes. However
. here are a couple of interesting news items for anything that happened in recent days.

It's called Blunt and will soon become the protagonist of a series of stories for idiots. It 's small and brown and looks slammed a teddy 60. It's like a small Winnie the Pooh, but without a shirt, poorer and less gay. It's also thinner, and does not have that nasty little voice. In short, with Winnie the Pooh has nothing to do. You see in the picture below (which does not do justice: Live looks much loser). I bought it yesterday at IKEA. Of course, being an IKEA product, to keep prices low I have sold in pieces in a box, and I had to sew it yourself ... Seriously, it's beautiful. I am not a lover of stuffed animals, but this is the end of the world. I do not know, maybe that was his air of discomfort to be orphan with an empty belly tenderness to me when I saw him in the chest, one in the midst of others like them. I thought this might be the bear that had my grandfather as a child. The price, then, helped to give him that air of shabby rags that I really like: one euro and ninety-nine, a little more than a slice of apple pie IKEA bar at the bottom of the department.

Even that, then, I was tenderness, there in the display case of cakes, one in the middle of his other similar, seemed to wait for me forever. Seeing her I thought this might be the cake that my grandfather has made in '74. I also got one and go. Of course, being an IKEA product, to keep prices low and they sold me yet to prepare ...

University Bulletin

classroom without air-conditioning, a dirty, sweaty dozen students, two former Soviet spies Tuesday I tried for the first time last year the writing of Russian. Three and a half hours of suffering in un'auletta overheated from tension, from sun and wind of my tobacco Soviet prof. It was a massacre. After only two hours, five of us were passed out, one of two prof (the non-smoker) has started at the stroke of the third hour, to see hallucinations and mystical style fantozzi: claimed to see a huge gelatone Parsley approach and speak in a persuasive asking her if she wanted to bite his biscuit. The other professor, one smoker, gave up his favorite brand of cigarettes (I smoke the MS ultraheavily strong filter absolutely-no-oxygen special edition superfast lungs destroyer ...) and started to smoke Package Air Action Vigorsol, hoping for a cooling effect. A massacre, in fact. On completion of eleven patients and a fellow student expert. Another comrade instead seems to be an accountant, and to tell the truth I do not know which is worse. Okay. The fact is that after three and a half hours my butt was now entered into symbiosis with the chair, and get up and hand over the task I had to give up the first layer of skin, damn, it began to seem almost tanned. But you will, are the sacrifices that are made. Then they say that in relation to employment the student life is all roses and flowers.

Well, maybe for students of Agriculture.

's enough for today, I have a couple of things to do before tonight.

A greeting and good weekend.
rb

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This local 'copy strictly prohibited

I photocopied a book.
I know that you can not, but if the book is not for sale and is not around what can I do? I do not like to make photocopies, do not think. Especially since they are environmental, and between paper and toner fumes have taken maybe ten years of life on the planet. And then the photocopies are horrible once you've studied end up in a drawer, or used as bad, or even thrown into the waste paper. I've seen people throw photocopies just finished the exam, directly into the trash outside the classroom, almost as if to immediately free of all that knowledge that, once you have the vote on booklet deals only space in the head. (Do not look at me wrong, you know very well that there are those who think so.)

hate photocopies, in fact. A book instead ... ah, how nice! You put it there on the shelf, next to others, and always makes her look good. If you're the sort is a shelf of books just for the tests performed, grouped by subject. If you are a fetishist, then you can also sort them by date of the examination. And when to reopen a case book in which you studied years ago, find here that underscores the notes written on page edge, maybe a hello cool that your friend wrote you that time in study hall, and back for a moment back in time. Rethink everything you've been through, what has changed, and you realize you have grown, you realize that ultimately even the most stupid question you left something. We thought for a moment, and suddenly the back you want to study: preparing the books now for the next call, you organize, plan the study, we put you in thinking that commitment is not just a matter of passing an examination, no is a matter of learning something that you then stay forever, if only one third of all that studying, but in the end you will have learned something, by God. Yes, studying here, who want to study! ...
... Inevitably, two days after the desire to study you has passed, return to your normal quiet catatonic state. It's a little 'as the effect of coffee, is short, and we must take advantage of that time frame in which you are under caffeine to make as much as possible. But the opposite is also true: most studies, the more you know, the more you like it, the more you are stimulated. It works well for me, for you do not know ...
said, excuse me if I greet you in a hurry, but before I go to study the effect of steps a little bit.

ps I know I write a little, sorry. The bad thing is that having a blog if you want to hold on to write a post player at least once a week, and we sometimes end up writing just to presence, a bit 'as if should have a punch. But writing is not like working on the lathe. Quality and quantity are difficult to combine, and sometimes you have to focus on one of the two, you have to make choices. I made my choice I have, I hope I appreciate it. I prefer to just write and try to do it well. Then tell me, come on, if you choose badly salted white rice every day and a plate of delicious mushroom risotto once a week, what would you choose?
(I just compared with a delicious mushroom risotto? I will finish in the round of the arrogant for this? It is, as long as I take the place of the greedy at least two days a week: I have people waiting for me for breakfast.)