Infolife

   My day was like an infomercial: too early and too boring.
                                             
                                                                                                  Thank you.

Life, man

   Honestly, I have no idea what I want to do anymore. I love writing and literature and debate and politics, but I find myself increasingly bored by those topics (not politics, hehe) while more and more excited about mathematics and sciences. I really have no clue of what field I want to go into. There are so many things I'm passionate about yet too lazy or too afraid of failing at to do.
   What I know for sure, though, is that I'd love to work my own hours; not necessarily my own hours, but I'd love to have a job that's not filled with deadlines. Probably too unrealistic. I don't know, I guess I'd like to be allowed time -and I mean TIME- to think through whatever I'd be working on , and, if necessary, to change, to correct, and to improve it. I have a really big problem with working under pressure. Having an environment that says "work" also appeals to me because it prevents me from mixing the personal part with the professional part of my life. It sets a clear visual barrier, so that helps. I want to love what I do. Nonetheless, I don't want it to consume me, so I need to have time away from it. That doesn't make any sense... I mean, I hope I enjoy what I do as much as I possibly can, but I don't want it become who I am. I don't want it to be such a huge part of my life that it leaks into what makes me, well, me. Summarizing: A job that I love and have time to dedicate myself to. A job that has more than two weeks of vacation per year. Oh, and, of course, a job that provides me with a sufficient amount of money to survive without being completely miserable or with a fully-craigslist decorated apartment. Please, God, don't make me have to buy 100th-hand furniture because 95% of my paycheck goes towards my electric bill.

Guys, this is beautiful

  America, I think you're great
  But you've made so many mistakes
  America, why do you lie?
  Why do you spy?
  Why does your security have to come at the cost of life?
  Why do you send us, newborns, to die?
  Why do we have to fight?
  America, why do you lie?
  When is the land of freedom gonna be free?
  When will people not have to flee?
  When will there finally be peace and harmony?
  What about unity?
  Where's all your opportunity? Where's OUR opportunity?
  America, stop lying
  Please, just stop hating
  Stop discriminating
  Stop indoctrinating
  Stop incriminating
  America, you're not the only one
  You're not the number one
  Our war would've never begun
  Had you never pulled out your big guns


DON'T LAUGH AT ME

BY THE WAY I DON'T KNOW WHY MY BLOG'S IN PORTUGUESE SO I'M SORRY I DON'T MEAN TO FORCE YOU TO HAVE TO SPEAK MY LANGUAGE, PEOPLE

Hello

   People often assume I'm not a very friendly or open-minded person because I have a "resting b*tch face", but I'm actually pretty social; they tend to beware of me since, whenever I'm around a large group of people, I shy away from the crowd and put on my most serious expression. I also seem to ONLY be surrounded by strangers when there's a debate about something extremely, extremely controversial going on. Oh, and, by the way, despite appearing timid, I'm tremendously outspoken, so meeting people while discussing gay marriage is not the best way to get to know the nice person I truly am.
   Honestly though, I'm not mean. Or an asshole. I also don't have a superiority complex. I simply don't see the reason to smile when I'm waiting in line for something or when I'm walking to class. I wish everybody could understand that some of us aren't the best at demonstrating our feelings through complex facial expressions and that we are approachable and, most of the times, genuinely good human beings. So... yeah.