I’ve got no time.

Literally.

I study every day from 9.30 to 20.00, I work at weekends,  I go to a driving school, I take English classes, I party on Friday or Saturday’s night, I go to my bestfriend’s house to have lunch on Fridays after meeting with Him (so we can comment while we catch up on every little thing that happens to us. Because she is no less busy that I’m, she studies dessign which at first you can think is doing nothing but is just the opposite and she also is practicing for the driving exam, she studies English and she has a girlfriend so it’s complicated to meet), and well dwell with every little thing that happens to me because I’m me and every thing is supposed to happen to me for convenience.

It could seem I’m complaining but I’m proud of myself and I can show off being able to solve either in the best way, the worst way or simply my way; every little issue that comes on my way.

I don’t stop skipping stones and I deal with all my efforts to not repite my mistakes.