I am sorry to my

fellow english speaking friends... I know, and understand, that my spanish speaking mates can and do read english fairly well... It is just that, sometimes, ideas flow better in one language or another. I don't believe spanish is more or less romantic, or more or less dramatic. As much as I believe I can express my self in english, Spanish feels more like me sometimes...

Anyway, here we are. Living in a world that is becoming less as less white, and more humid... I believe, at some point, the snow will have all melted, and all that slushy mess will have gone to feed the green on the grass and Spring will come as it comes in the cartoons, with cute little blue birds and people walking by the hand happily. (Unlike people walking by the hand while their fingers freeze).

Anything above zero feels warm, and it is past 7 and there is day light still... Yup. Spring has come and you can almost smell it. Heh... It feels funny to be in such a place, where all the seasons are so obvious, and have such distinct personalities.

... I have been having a few good days... More than a few. Great conversations with friends, and I am excited about this summer to be honest. I may get this cool job, my research will be fun, I won't be taking classes or TAing, and all my MSc mates are in a good mood about it all. Willing to have good times. Yes... I don't want time to pass, since I don't want the time to say goodbye to arrive... But, as well, I want life to move on and see what is around the corner. Paradoxes are lovely.

This past Monday was Roberto's bday, and we all went for dinner. After it, most people just went away but some of us braves decided it was too lame to call it a night. We went to get a good amount of beers, and got us together in an appartment to drink and share stories. Good music was the theme of the night, and we wanted to get collectively depressed. Which, when done in groups, tends to be quite refreshing and has mostly the opposite effect. As much as we tried with music to bring us down, all the stories we shared, all that toasting and smiling just kept bringing us together as mates in nostalgia. I walked out of there feeling very happy.

Life isn't all that bad.

Sigh...

Cheers.

ps. That girl from Goldfrap has a damn sexy voice!. O.o