Ok, kids, new year's eve. You know the plan: pack up the rests of the old one, put them outside, open the box of the new one and assemble it. Then put the batteries in it and turn it on. We are like a F1 pit stop team, we have like 10 seconds to do all that, so get to work now. We can't be without a year for more than 15 seconds or the whole universe will implode or something bad like that. Ok, ready? Go, Go, GO!

Happy new year to all of you people and, as usual, to all my friends, well, much gratitude.

On rehearsal today I (tried to) sang Lithium. My throat hasn't fully recovered from all the screaming :P How the hell did Cobain manage to do it?

Saddam is dead? Seems I was kinda distracted and didn't notice it happening :P

*insert witty presentation text here*

Merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate in any time of the year to all of you. And you and you. And U2!

*insert witty punchline here*


That was the easiest to write Christmas diary entry ever :P

I feel like I have to explain how to react to my diary entries. If I say, as a side comment, that I fell from a bus in movement, people should ask about it! In a worried way! Damn, I have to explain everything these days! ;)

There were stories to tell and things to say today, but the time has ran out and I'm leaving this place. Therefore you all will have to wait to hear the story of how I fell from a bus in movement yesterday and my latest digression about the world, the universe, everything and all the other things too.

Note: the first sentence kinda rhymes :P Could be broken in verses:

There were stories to tell
And things to say today
But the time has ran out
And I'm leaving this place

Personally I think that the end of the end of the world is the Big Bang.

Also, when I mentioned that I passed the final exam, the idea was to get lots and lots of congratulations from all of you. Get to work on that, please.

So, I haven't sleep for over 24 hours and I've taken a final exam 3 hours ago. After a pathetic written test (I answered 2 of the 4 questions without a lot of fundament and put one sentence in the third question and then I had no idea how to continue. Also, when the professor, who I had never seen before, was finishing correcting it I said to him "Kinda shameful, hey?") and a pretty good oral exam based on a theory kinda invented by me involving the internet and that wasn't in the texts, I can say that I passed Social and Cultural Anthropology with a 6. A 4 for the written, an 8 for the oral.

Making up my own theories instead of really studying rules :P

One of the best quizes I've ever seen:

http://www.politicalcompass.org/

So, where do you stand, my friends? I'd like to know.

Myself, I'm still the same socialist libertarian anarcho, punk in essence. I still believe democracy is the best system, even if it doesn't work.
In any case, my results:

http://www.politicalcompass.org/printablegraph?ec=-8.50&soc=-6.46

For today's UPMA's show I'm preparing a music section. It's about drummers turned into frontmen/singers in their bands or in new bands.
I have three:

-Phil Collins (Genesis)
-Dave Grohl (drumms in Nirvana, frontman in Foo Fighters)
-Abril Sosa (Argentinian guy, drumms in CAtupecu Machu, Frontman in Cuentos Borgeanos)

Do you any other? (3 is enough for the programm, but now I'm curious).

Not even a bullet through my head can put an end to what I am. Little pieces of me are everywhere, in every story I've written, every song I've played, every person I've met, every word I've said, every conversation I've had, every relationship I've kept. Not even a bullet through my head can end with what doesn't have substance, with what isn't just body, with what I really am. Not even a bullet through my head can kill my soul.

If you have a double personality, can suicide be considered homicide?

EDIT: As [Sunny Silverunicorn] pointed out to me, if you have multiple personalities (more than 2) then you can be also considered a serial killer. Or maybe it could even be a genocide. Would depend on the ammount of personalities.

UPMA on the air right now!

www.rnma.org.ar

Lyrics for a new song. I'm not sure if anybody bothers to read them, but... I don't lose hope that I'll get some feedback one day.

Pix already saw some of this and that forced me to write more xD

Wake Up

Sitting in a bed, waiting for a change
There are many season, only so much rain
The powers of the enemy look to me so dim
They can never take my soul
From me

Open up the door, let yourself inside
Sit left to the throne, right by our side
You have all those feelings impossible to hide
For them you should feel
No shame

Wake up x3
And smell the sun

Ohh, wake up
Ohh, there's so much life/Life's not so bad
Ohh, wake up
Let yourself shine

I need more verses :P

It's ended. Peer pressure and the fact that it was a birthday present brought my ideals to an abrupt end. So, now I carry with me everywhere I go a small black dispositive of dependency and locability. Which is also known as a cell phone. Those who want the number (and can give a good reason to do so; and yes, "I just want it" can be considered in some cases a reason good enough) just ask me.

I guess this means people will stop complaining that I'm impossible to find.

Me on a film

For my not-so-recent-anymore birthday, I got several presents (happens a lot, that. And it's nice). The most original, though, was the one from the UPMA staff. Last year they gave me, separately:

Andres - A drawing made in the style of a 5 years old, with a house, me and himself on it.
Fralverja - A cigar and something else I don't remember. I was lucky, cause the only other thing he found in the gas station were tires and he decided the cigar (which I didn't smoke, of course) was easier to carry.
Franupma - a tennis set... but one of plastic, those that are woth nothing and are used by 5 years old.
JP UPMA - I don't remember :P

But this year things were kinda different: they gave me a DVD with an 8 minutes long doccumentary (apocriphal, of course) about my life. They acted, directed, edited it. It was great. It includes interviews (to themselves, of course), pictures, a false phone call from Liam Gallagher and a couple other things. Incredibly cool.

And people, I want comments! My last 7 diary entries have been totally ignored by the masses :P

While we are living
The dreams we had as children
Fade away

       Oasis - Fade Away

Personally, I think I have more dreams and hopes now than when I was a kid. I don't remember having them when I was 10 or 12 or 15 or whatever. Or maybe now they are more defined.

MADNESS IS COMING! MADNESS IS COMING! MADNESS IS COMING!

MADNESS IS COMING stage 3: Yesterday I got my ticket.

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It's plain to see
That is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha

Madness - Madness