'clap your hands!' I clap, of course, I clap clap clap

It is very late. I'm listening Brimstone Howl and their music make me feel a bit upset... like a big mess in my head. I like it sometimes, but not today.

Now I change to Jonathan Richman.

My day began with me falling from my bed. I was entangled in sheets. It was almost 7 in the morning, but I was tired. Me and my friends went to bed very late yesterday (monday), writing and talking by Googletalk. We had to finish our paper to the account about cinema and politics (cinema as an art and the art as an institution, so, politics) and we spoke about Roman Gubern, Peter Bürger, Einsenstein and Foucault. I guess I felt asleep after 3, 'cause I was anxious. I don't remember if I dreamed anything (obvious, I don't remember).

I fell from my bed and at 8 I get up. I looked for my clothes (blue sweater with green and yellow lines, white t-shirt, blue jeans, my old and damaged sailor tennis-shoes, underwear and socks) and I had a hot shower. I got dressed quickly and I ate a yogurt. I took my bag, my discman, my money, my mobile and ran to take the bus. I was almost empty. I check my email on the bus and I just had my daily comics, Garfield and Ozzy & Millie, but I did't read them. I was listening 'Unicorn' album of T. Rex.
The bus was almost flying and it made me happy, 'cause I thought I was late and I and my friends (Nat, Vladimir, Rodrigo and Tam) had to show our job at 9.20. I left the bus and took another one (it's takes me directly to my University) and this one was flying too. Suddenly, when we were arriving, the bus driver stopped the buss very abruptly and I crushed against a seat. It hurt a lot, but just for a while.

I ran to my class and nobody was there, even the teacher. It was 9.15. Vlad and Nat arrived, after Rodrigo and at last, Tam. But the teacher wasn't there. And we needed to use the proyector at the auditorium. Lately, the teacher arrived and we had to show our stuff. I didn't know what I must say in our account. But finally we did it and it was successful. Our teacher simply loved it. And he spoke us about it, and went, and turn round, and went again and then. Simply great and fun at the same time. He said our ideas were like 'different voices speaking as a symphony'. Incredible. And I think I just talked about the avant-garde groups in the beggining of the XX century, 'cause I'm a bit obssesed with them, but my friends said I did it good. They did it too.

At 13.00 we ate, we were really hungry. Nat went to the hospital because her Uncle Luis, he got an operation because of a tumor in his brain. Poor dear uncle Luis.
Vladimir went to his job at Canal 13. Tam, Rodrigo and me rested for a while and Agustín, our favourite dog, suddenly appeared and stayed with us. It is so lovely.

Later, we took a bus to the centre of the city, we had meet Nat near a newspaper building called 'La Nación' to meet Miguel Paz, a journalist from there about an investigation he did. He invited us to go for a drink or something. I wanted a mokka, Nat a fruit juice, Tam an ice tea, Rod a Coca-Cola and Miguel drank an express. And he paid all!!! I simply loved him.

After this, we walk for a while and were staring displays of few book shops. We go to Gelato. I ate a cup with chocolate ice cream. Nat an Ice Coffee, Tam a strauberry yugurt milk shake. Rod a 'cortado' (shaked coffee with a bit of milk). We finished, took the subway to Salvador station and met Vladimir near Real Madrid bar. We just laughed, talked, rumored, reminded, ate french fries and drank beers.

When it ends, I felt very tired. I am, yet and I have go to bed. We ate a lot! It was a very nice day with my friends, I really love them.