I know this site keeps being neglected, and I take full responability. I don’t usually have the inspiration to write here, I don’t know what it is. But I don’t want to leave this site, I do not give up on you, Still Alive!
Everytime I decide to post here the domain name just seems to suit perfectly. That’s ironic, isn’t it?
I was inspired this morning and came up with a cute layout. I decided it was time to dedicate some time to this website, mainly now that I am unable to access Fan-ish.Net at all (I won’t ramble about it here).
So this new version is on! I am having some troubles with the library, since apparently the newest version of Wordpress breaks the plugin, but I will hopefully find a solution to that soon.
I also did a complete revamp of all the pages. The content that they held was drastically pathetic and uncertain, so you can now have a better idea of everything by reading my super long entry about myself, or the domain page if you are not in the mood of being bored with egocentrical nonsenses.
I still have to do some tweakings to fully finish the theme, but everything is almost finished.
That is all for now, but I promise I will be back and report something interesting soon. Bear with me!

I am still around, yes. I just wasn’t inspired enough to write, that’s all.
These two months went by incredibly fast, I can’t believe the year has reached its closing already!

November was such a complicated month. I was fully busy with studying and all the boring school stuff on its final month, and every free moment I had on my hands was spent on writing my novel for NaNoWriMo. It was totally challenging, but I could make it to the goal, 50,000 words. That was November, over all, a good month.

Then came December and passed by as a flash. It was a couple of days ago when school ended, it seems — it was almost a month ago. However, so many things happened on this little while.

Who knows me, would know I do not party around this often, but since my parents realized I am now sixteen, they feel they should let me out more often. I couldn’t say no to this offer. I wasn’t going through a good moment with the relationship with my friends (actually with almost every relationship I had) so what else could I do? I was in need of a refreshing way to forget about everything. That was one party. I went out the following day. And then the following week. And I kept going out. On Christmas’ Eve was the last party I went to. I got pretty excited about it, you can see. It is really good to forget about things.

There’re a lot more things going on that were distracting me, but I thankfully found in one of my other friends a great and closer friend I never thought I would. We’ve been hanging out together all this month, and I think that pissed off some of my other friends, but you know what? At this point I do not care about these things as much as I used to. It’s all strange and complex, but it can be said this shortly. Whatever. Sigh.

I am also leaving in two days to Bariloche for a whole month, so I am really looking forward to leaving all behind and forget about as much as I can, please.

And in case some of you wonder about my friend, she’s getting everytime better. She’s waken up and now talks a bit. She’s still in hospital but definately recovering. I am so happy about that!

Last week was was going to be hard, I was aware beforehand. Many exams, assignments and things to do (and books to read, too!).

Coming from one of my (extra) English lessons my mum gave me a devastating, unwanted new. Mariana had called earlier to let me know a good friend of us, Florencia, had had an accident with a motorbike and that she was in coma. The day before her birthday, and doing something she wasn’t supossed to do. The motorbike crashed into a school bus in a speedway near home and she was the one to hit it harder (she wasn’t riding it, a friend of her was — who broke her jaw).

We rushed to the public hospital were she was being attended and spent there a good while until she was sent to a better hospital, where she’s staying at the moment.

This was last Wednesday, and she’s still like that, but recovering, according to the doctors. The visits have been prohibited last weekend because she got too excited when we talked to her (I am extremly positive she can hear us) and that was no good for her brain pressure, that was quite high at that point. Now it is apparently normal, but they won’t allow pass further than the glass separating the corridor from her room.

This week, that has been intensely hard, we have managed to go there twice, and we’ll go tomorrow again and be some company for her parents and her boyfriends, who spend all their time next to her room.

The worse is, before all this happened, we were getting a little bit distanced because of a stupid reason of a friend, because of a boy, obviously. She’s not with us at school, so we didn’t see her always, but quite often. Because of that, we saw her even less. We (well, me not much, I did try to get her closer to us) feel so guilty because of that, and now I think about that, it’s so kiddish. I mean, do we have to wait for something like this to happen to realize how meaningful for you your friends, family, etcetera, are?

Changing subjects, I am utterly excited! I am seeing my only two cousins (Lautaro, 8 and Malena, 3) after over a year this Saturday! My dad and his brother had been distanced for a while, but now the wound in between seems to be healing, and I am finally seeing them again. I missed them so much.