Aftermath.

I've spent aproximately the last twenty-four hours awake. I've drank a lot and sung a lot and laughed a lot. We danced for more than two hours, but I really don't remember most of that part of the night. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything inappropriate. We went to some friend's place at half past eight in the morning after having a coffee in a gas station. We didn't sleep when we got there. For some reason, on the way back home from my friend's house, this song started to play again and again in my head. It actually has nothing to do with the way I feel right now or with what happened last night, but it's became my favourite song of the moment. I just wanted to share it with absolutely no one because I think it's a really great song. Here it is. Enjoy.

Never meant to happen.

That awkward moment when the weirdest night in your entire life becomes even more weird because someone says 'You make a really nice couple' The person who you make a good couple with is actually only a good friend, who you made the mistake to snog. And now things are even more complicated than they were before. 'Cos that's one of those things that were never meant to happen, but happened anyway. I guess it could be worse.

That simple person I call me.

My name's Talía. I'm seventeen yars old. I drink more than half a litre of tea per day. If you look up to the sky, you'll probably see me there, but I'll surely won't realize you're looking. I don't usually realize the things that happen around me, not even if they hit me in the face. If we see each other I'll probably forget to ask you about your health, even if I know you've been sick, and I'll remember that I had to when it's too late. This can be applied to family, work, love, etc. I can seem rude sometimes, because I'm shy and I find it hard to talk to strangers (specially to chatty ones), and because I tend to forget that the rest of the world has problems too. But, if you get to know me and you can manage to ignore my lack of memory, I'm actually pretty nice. I won't say I'm the nicest person in the world, 'cos that would be a terrible lie, and I don't lie unless it's absolutely necessary. I'm slightly bipolar sometimes but, who isn't these days? I'm not special at all. There's nothing I can do better than anyone else. If you ask me, I'm more or less average. Im really lazy. As a direct cosequence of this, I'm still in my pijamas at half past one in a Tuesday's afternoon, I'm not gonna be able to study the degree I wanted and therefore I'll never become an important screenwriter. I started a blog because I felt lonely. I've never had a boyfriend. I've only ever kissed one guy. My best friend is the weirdest person I've ever met. I enjoy writing, watching movies and TV series, reading, twitter, tumblr and drinking gin & tonic. I have a camera but can't use it properly. I can cook rice, pasta, chocolate cake and fried eggs. You won't see me running unless I have to catch the last train. I think that's all. If any original ideas about myself come up, I'll let you know ;)