I accidently watched half of that julie julia movie last night on the internet. "paper heart" was meant to play but you can't trust video streaming which is why with choice i'm far into blue ray. well not really, but it seems to be huge this christmas and according to my sources its the thing to get into.

too related and not close enough

After viweing my sister's tumblr which can be found here

http://praxsmiles.tumblr.com/

ive realized two things A. that im far behind on my internet searching and B. my sister devotes a lot of her time to physically thinking and dealing with her thoughts.
to further my point,, time is moving too quickly and i'm doing nothing with it.

ALSO WITH EVERYONE IN AUSTRALIA, AND ADDING A WELCOME TO PRAX I SAY GOODBYE TO THIS HOUSE.

fervor for monogamy

very bad sleeping arrangement i think because now that i have rob's computer I'm taking advantage of online video streaming and there's gossip girl . but who noticed--- the boring. i cant stand half of it anymore which concludes to my mature..
THE OFFICE UK *for obvious reasons. this i like -seriously- cringing means humor and when your with an English guy you turn into one and lately it keeps me feeling pure.
also I'm tired. like a migraine full on and my fingers growing into a puss ball because i dropped a tea cup on the floor and caught it hastily after Yasmina sneered at me yelling careful. its infected. though worse of all we got these two new guys at work and what kills me is how Ive been acting like Matthew in the sense that i get nasty and say "get out of the bar get out of the bar!!'' I'm completely bi polar,, thanks to being over worked, and for this i wont apologize but i will say happy Christmas and i miss you..

ReAlly
need to pee

i know im horrible

i cant help that i break everything i have. with out an mp3 and actaul laptop i feel less and less in depth//ly into the 20th century rhythem. i apolozie for that but it seems as if im in one of those log cabins with nothing but whiskey though im not a big fan of it so it sits there starring at me. i cooked rice today, anf asides from that i went shopping to buy salmon and guess what im sturing up
guess
SUSHI.
ican do things like that now and its motivating.

tiki taka

so as i write this i'm thirsty
i am hungry for no work for another trip to Segovia but this time i will... well i dont know what i will do differently maybe cancel being a brat during the trip home or even something similar like immediately killing hesitance towards anything. what i saw which is curious was a castle that i cant remember the name of but i was in lord of the rings and maybe even new zealand because the greens around the spanish country side is a clear post card.i already forgot about how the electricity went off in my flat. usually what one would do is take a trip down to the main power outlet and switch the panel on and off like your sawyer from lost but the thing is i would never. id rather be light less and when companies over its sexy.

"i have no water at home since past friday but a fontanero arrived this morning
i think this is something you must know."

"so youre smelly and dehydrated?"

"my muscle in the low part of my leg is broken cause i didnt drink water for the entire night but this is apart-- i'm taking showers in the houses of the bitches that i meet in my alcoholic nights"

"jesus christ sounds like you're turning into me im an official slut these days a total puta welcome to the world of fun"

i thought this might satisfy you:

http://www.neatorama.com/2009/01/14/the-hamburger-bed/

no me, no you or food in the fridge.

nothings more affordable than having a new bed and when youre feeling really fresh you're not spoiled you're a king.so i f you want to say anything nice about spain i would say thanks for the bank holidays and melocoton with the extra squiggly lines emphasizing accents. ive been sitting in front of this window for almost four hours so i can say that i enjoy not having internet at home because its motivating me to do funner things like working on inevitable plans for the future which helps to organize specific extreme contents that still i need help understanding . i know i always say these things but this time i promise every one of you that ill develop film and ill mail out some cards because yes a promise is a promise and that's why i make them. people getting tired of being stylish in madrid.

i like this:

mia has crabs and thats why shes dirty

uhm also asides from leaving my purse on the bus and other similar things im thinking of how we need to get out tonight and ignore waking up early

this is called the time and place to remember many things all together

taken in murcia, last weekend very windy and i liked it:

not only do i want to re create my entire living arrangement but i am. the plan is two weeks and the four of us with only one i know who is tati, will be moving into a big flat space. and it will be very reassuring because i'll have a room to myself and that's when ill be able to write more and check out all these tasks to follow below:

continuing to dance to gui borrato i s something that i want to do real bad every second but the problem is i've been working and hes a brazillan techno producer from san pablo,which is a very small town and he is not a dj. meaning that he plays live and most importantly his new alblum's title is "take my breath away" and that's what it does to me.

today particularly i ve been eating a lot of ice cream and sort of been using that as a defense to tell myself that my next move would have to be something drastic. for a while the other day i was thinking Mexico Mexico and this is because i was having this conversation about south america with someone whom i work with and we were saying we were a little bored and fancied something new with a beach. but this was all a little stunt in my head. because there's a lot of nice places that anybody would like to say they've been to though then actuality hit me and i remembered who i was and everyone surrounding me.

i have to mention that yesterday and part of this morning i've been drinking this real yummy gazpacho soup which is served the colder the better and it makes me realize how good things are about to get.

and also i'm turning off boring things so dont talk to me unless you'd think its something impressive.

i have to do things like packing and then i'd find my glasses. and if i don't that's something id have to save for, along with a 35 mm camera made in the 60's and also a video camera because i realized i really like making videos like that Rome one i did, and then ill have to download something like final cut pro since i don't have alberto's mac anymore. but this is all good so get excited.

dont forget: you should write down your dreams or something more interesting because sometimes i get bored when reading about how to defeat the crisis.

behtah way

i've started to do a little more exercising and i'm not just referring to my waitress job its much more than that there's cleaning the house or walking during my break and much strenuous activity to make my feet hurt. the good news is i bought a new notebook from Muji and some charcoal gray leggings and the paper in this sick new pet of mine is as hard as imagination and that thought makes me crazy. i've been impressed with myself because its been a week and i'm nearly finished with the curious incident of the dog in the night. im reading this book so fast that i've forgotten its name. try to compare yourself with me. you wont be able to. anyways satisfaction aside: its cold and tati's not home/ i made a disgusting salad with a little corn and rotten lettuce so i thought it out and fried fish sticks with a couple of french fries though they-drenched in oil- suffered. so i really didn't enjoy eating today. but i wont include the toasts with jam i ate softly around 7 pm. i'm grinding my teeth a lot so it's time for bed. good night to a belly ache.

when you feel like there's something missing and you can attack it

im thinking that the only way ill be able to get over missing you i s if i write with frequency. don't get use to it. but i like it. prefer it. maybe you've notice my lack of updates. i'm unmotivated and repellingly placing all my efforts towards little emails and an assortment of face book messages comments etc.. who knows? i ate a couple cookies so far. when i dip them in milk i'm nostalgic .


i remember watching this episode of cribs (the show with andrew and houses) and they focused on a screen writer some kind of creative music video producer. he was Japanese. and slept on a mattress directly on the ground next to a note pad. in the middle of dreaming he gets an idea and this method of scripture was present daily and you know those routines that are really good to get into? i'm interested in that.

i wonder how long i can stay awake before feeling the mountain of tiredness.. in fact there's something coming right now and my extreme sport legs are starting to swallow all signs of soreness relief.

why do i feel so old?

i had a rough time focusing on sleeping because there's rafa on the couch and he was sort of facing my way eyes shut but i couldn't imagine him not watching me. not in a creepy way but there's that awkwardness when people sleep in the living room and you wake up with the opposite of a stagnant voice; there's nothing fabulous about it,. naturally there's a bit of time before i realize how to feel comfortable again.
anyways speaking of which
just know
that i'm looking for ch ch ch changes.

that's right something drastic, something that makes me feel like i'm a cat being thrown in the air or i'm speeding down a hill or in a car playing roller coaster.
you can carry the conversation you can find a spot for all my clothes you can rush me... and in return i will be your personal secretary ill get you feeling pumped. you'll like it. ..

and then that's it and then we're fine.

but for now i'm very tired and wouldn't mind having a banana.

i believe in nothing, everything is sacred"

the night passed more slowly than the snnot slipping out of my constipated nose. he feels worse than a whores ass. it's protruding towards me and i like it. i like it like this song.

you wouldnt allow it

DONT BE A DIRT BAG,

WASH YOUR FACE!!!!

and a song for after you rewatch my vid.

talk about total inebriation

8:47 AM
me: hello
sister

praxsmiles: hello sister

elements of joy round ll

making use of meshed footage in rome

le gran pelicula de carla uriarte en febrero romano from caca uriarte on Vimeo.

the intertwining of identities is one of the largest reasons as to why I'm feeling so good right now. here on the floor with the emma´s big dog self slapped on top of me.

a homeless man who made his own museum using basic articles married with witty captions, and i call it the best man who deserves it. so i placed one euro in his donation box but all we had was a phone so i promise to get better photos for round two---and now eat your heart out:





























the good thing about feeling like you're stuck to a person is you really get to make a lot of music. or watch them make panoramas and 360 degree planet shaped photos.. its easier to get excited about it when there´s someone pushing it to you. and those are just a couple of reasons, though without boring you, i could go on.
currently addressed a new schedule to feel more daily completeness: since today forced me to wake up early to return a bike which attempted to lift us both i got to eat an ice cream for breakfast.
took a large sandwich particularly forcing sun rays at ¨fontanta di trevi¨ got up because the un friendly police man asked us if we wanted sunscreen. apparently its impolite to lay on a national whatever whatever. but i was relaxed. i walked too many miles bought an old italian coin for four euros--- now heads decides every move and tails means no. there is a chicken key chain and when you squeeze it an egg squirts out and it exploded though according to the coin its good news.. i watched a very sad movie titled ¨the counterfeiter¨which is related with jews and counterfeiting money to survive but still being heroes. i felt scarred and couldn't go to the kitchen alone. then i was reminded to draw the old lady who jumped on the bus with a pounds load of confetti on her hair. i did just that though transferred the old lady into a curly haired women wrapped in a tight fitting leotard made to express her infatuating big belly. and now my lips are very chapped because my mouth is very thirsty and since i am still afraid to go to the kitchen i have no th ing.

for the heck of it:

Dear Fuego, i decided to dedicate this to you and your raging watered clitoris.

and more smokes to come!
bonus:
the song of the night for all you VDAY SUPERSTARS:
¨german love¨ by starfucker

first short-cut figured out

looking out my window wanting to be a part of it but then contemplating exact thoughts immediately. what i want is to write like arturo bandini. the swaying of his sense seen through first person easy fashion without trying though psychologically feeling failure. all at once i want to, or ....

then i felt a little tired and it´s not because i was working hard being that Ive never been good with tremendous effort. there are days when weight lifts over me and that's as far as an explanation goes. i felt an urge to get indiscriminately drunk and within my fingers tingle i was open... being ready means to flood full force i´m stampeding to his house knocking on the door --- i owned the entire miami. it took five tries to get any attention and i stumbled a few words together magnificently.

¨look here! you know what i do i take this little book with me and i hold it real tight pretending that i wrote everything inside it¨
don't discriminate so hard, at first i wasn't aware of where anything was going. tendencies confuse readers. loosing habits means gaining charm.

you know you're in the middle of the real deal when you notice they still love you after you've poured an entire bad mood over their heads, including a bottle of water- coming from your mouth not just a virtual public humiliation but the real deal. when you feel alright and they do too you know its something special so lets commemorate it. . they see nothing but the sun shining through your ass.. that's the real kind of love I'm telling you. it feels so sweet.

i thin k im manually artistic, wont you agree?

feeling like you just gave blood or something?

credits to:

-my evian bottle-professionally cheap and here beside me refilled and refurbished.
-people who just whip it
-tremendous evidence
-the opposite of insurance raising
-actual jest
-knowing you'll get a move
-our all time favorite artists
-and the picture is--------
-sleeping well
-and a new art


a seconds cut in half and you realize this isn't what I'm looking for where is the spam? you're back again and you feel it. I'm walking outside but first i get on the elevator and i do this thing with the doors where i open the release using only two fingers. once I'm outside i say the same thing--every time: it´s not so cold today. little do i think about except either wanting gellato a pizza or suplee. if ignored i keep walking and maybe ill enter the metro which is a little dirty but im the kinda person who wont mind. im making noises i´m surrounded. we sing a lot. its not the best but theres a song in my head and it jumps around and today the circle of life moved over and he could have momentarily cried about the entire feeling. i would never, and that's the difference. were making mojitos --since four. its already 6:36=18:38 if you minus two from the 8 in the eighteen then you'd know its six and that's why i hate how Europeans take time. id rather jack off then always having to subtract two from everything.


three more things:

1. im cold
2. studying history of christianism makes you wonder
3. what would we do without women.

elements of joy PT 1

if little else, read this and learn more about me.

why?

not?

ignoring rap music? sounds like someones denying their little future. subordinate clauses clashing my suburban. party in a mouth?

maybe most people feel sorry about hypocrisy but what else can make you feel good? when it throws itself at me i cant even see it. there exists the old rotten carrot that you never could eat.

you couldn´t decline a step like in the middle of a coaster feeling. and you're on your knees climbing the whole way reaching the top wasn´t feeling ordinary but rather serious- inner- swooning. non romantic. you cant talk about it in that sort of way. though the steps were sheltered under wood you still feel the intensity of moving through history-- of jesus´actual feet, blood dripping under you and even if you weren´t spiritually righteous you're hit.

i did that yesterday

a sip of apple juice and I'm back to ordinary. we couldn't find any but i told a story and he just ignored it so i was like what?? today i did other things less religious. i halfly refused to go to ¨the baths of caracalla¨. but without fail here i wass melting over the yet remaining lateral mosaics layered over old dirt. I'm thinking even more now about how time differentiates itself with me.

i look ,
up

and out come individual thoughts on how i waste time
being impatient and thoughtless.


the definition of ¨ruins¨ stands all around me.

Tom Robbin's once said that if the world was any smaller we´d all have to get on a diet.

A place to go for two minutes.

youll be smart when you admire yourself with obvious candor as if you're a dog gaining fun by tossing your jaw around.
fight of fun??

if he´s in the shower I'm over here spinning backwards, and theres a picture for this.

love a bus and the pizza shop. love a croissant given to you in the morning. love the two halves shared to mix flavor.
love the one who sends you money when you've got none. love the holiday which makes you eat. love the person who sits beside you. love a broken umbrella then throw it for being boring.

love a shower you don't have to heat.
and then get someone to ferret out food and eat a meal begging to be as good as zesty pad thai.
and there are the lengthening ideas that play something really Divine.

and walk down that lengthy shadow and finds its brink.

you´ll get it.

SMOKING KILLS-- II FUMO UCCIDE

MY NOSE I S CONGESTED WITH TRAFFIC.

click the pictures of things talked about:

by constructin his own mausoleum out of the city limits

now let me tell you about what ive been doing. i know this is a good topic, it will inspire you to move your feet. we woke up very early but i couldnt get up perfectly as lately ive been doing thi s thing where i sleep too much, its senseless but im trying to get organized or even just the opposite. alberto jumped in that shower and i was waiting in dreams to go after him but this is all the boring parts. it gets good here:

i went to the vatican and took ten jumps just to get thirty shots of me flying. and inside was another story becuase you had to take your hat off and be really respectful by not making jokes though the person beside me wouldnt stop cracking funnies, and i couldnt help it, it was beautiful though terribly scarry. every sunday the pope gives mass and theyre these huge TVs outside so you can stand there under all that pressure to feel the holy. i even saw his bedroom window and that didnt interest me as much as it shouldve. what kicked me was the narrow streets and those glasses hanging like christams lights over a few shops. and i wish i could write about rome in the same interesting way as that guy does on japan so heres a stab:


theres something called the vatican wall its usefull safety against invasions becusase the pope runs with his troop until they reach the end of the wall where they are greeted by "castel sant'angelo" which is also known as the mausoleum of hadrian. hadrian wanted to be a good example for rome. with an aim to teach the roman s about cleanliness. if you gthered the dead bodies and placed them outside the city it could diminish most diseases.. when you feel as if you are really dying and have lots of money get a mauseleum..

do you think suck it or suck me is too much?

you said you see this blog this has actual purpose. and its this whole quip titled super useless super powers. and shit my man couldnt get enough of it. and i was thinking to myself straightly: what the hell....

so what are you trying to say about the things i write?

im boring or something

i dont like what arriba has to say most of the time.. he thinks he knows somthing but hes retarded just like that cheesburger he ate last night. i wanted it . this is not over inforamtion. this is real life. if you dont like it dont watch movies. journalism is not going to dissapeqr because of muy blog

i make the best apple sauce in t he entire world.

meeting zec and tati at TGIF. i cant shake the american out of me most specially during happy hour. what a lame thing to say. you know whats happening at eight. mia's coming to eat chinese food wth me in the underground metro hole in my face. and you know what that means. i cant pack today. and you know what? i'm feeling really good.

guess who's turning twenty three

i got this horrible email from dad this morning and i'm startled.
there's a point when blogs become more and more less personal. this is happening to me most especially when seeing comments from weird names and you know things like that can almost really bug me. enough to consider making thoughts private. last night i had a talk with irene on me moving out and all i remember her saying was if i was still going to clean the kitchen and the bathroom and i almost threw my entire bed in her face. along with all the food in my mouth along with all the pee in my pussy. i have this odd strain on me. its enough to carry my shoulders down and walk almost like alberto and move my head satisfyingly. im thinking about the crepes we'd get in japan town, and that time with matt and miko. and playing tennis in the slums after me almost crying. last night before signing off i was trying to open up to one thing. i am a sore loser. i am not always a sore loser especially when things intimidate. but when i know i can win and its really biting me and suddenly you hit me with some hidden trick ill cry or quit or run into the bathroom and lock the door for a while. dad said worse things about me . i i feel the same with an added virus and i wont worry about my audience anymore. i cant eat anything asides from cereal but today i had a perrito and i hope you already pressed play to that song cause who doesnt like jason shwartzmen singing. i wouldnt mind anyone singing if they sounded like him or even something similarly deep.

alberto esta toma de pan y moja

no job no money so off i go to rome. if anybody knows about anything coming up soon in the local area let me know come march as thats when im heading back. not to mention in this new excitement, im leaving my house. ive decided to start bald .bold.

--when you leave im all lousy

who knows anything about being a big ball?
i do. announced the belly which gets me in loots of trouble. lately i promised myself more reality and that's exactly what's coming at me, no one wants to know it but i got the stomach flu. i would take exact pictures of what it looks like though my cameras in someone elses bin--- lost in infinity and i'm depression, like hell, just thinking of it. maybe even more so than how i feel when i think about worlds crashing or even burning intestines and inflamed things. but that's just me--materialistic. i'm better today. i think this because i can move. i finally insisted in mornings cereal w/ out shitting shortly after it. some people know what i mean and others not but its not for me to tell. alberto knows what i mean. he replaced all the sharp things i could've tripped on with fur coats. and made me a broth of choice.. i couldn't eat it. but it looked almost like sinigang minus the flavor and beef. it had a live hen inside which was actually dead and skinned. i cant believe he did it. i was in shock like i was the time i received that camera as a gift from tony. i don't have a picture of that though i have one of many other more socially conscious things, like once i had on e of me jumping really high but my dad wasn't quick enough so he created this jumping series, if i wanted i could create a movie. that time last year when drinking misso soup with my sister p was a good one because we felt very calm when eating together. and its something i really enjoy doing with people. when you have the stomach flu the problem is you loose your appetite for all things fun and when i say FUN I MEAN FOOD. and then there's no doing anything. louzy

babababa

i miss this more than anything else i know. i'm hungry for some family. though thanks to tom i get to see some live action.
brought straight from new years day

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