Monday, December 7, 2009

Inspirational Thoughts On Powerpoint

Bah, disappointment and sympathy .. The greengrocer

  1. Nuoooo! I do not believe, I have updated the website with a Biochemistry I, then the answering machine works! Nuoooooooooooooooo!!
  2. Father saw my blog and that of Zamponi ( savethedwarf.blogspot.com ) and now he wants to write one to make fun of his colleagues ..
  3. And now the disappointment: this is what the site says about Unification of the facilities for students:
( Manifesto studies aa2008/09 , sez.13.9, paragraph 2 )
reduction of tuition fees on to students enrolled in the academic year 2008/09, the first and second year of an undergraduate program and courses degree / master 'single-cycle with the exception of courses in agreement, without repeating the course and late registration, without transfers or changes of course with exemption or validates the examinations and credits.

The Board of Directors at its meeting of 21.10.2009 has resolved to extend those benefits to students enrolled in academic year 2008/09 who have made a transition from an undergraduate degree and degree single cycle ex DM 509 / 99 during the corresponding ex DM 270/04.

For the determination of merit is taken into account two parameters: the number of credits acquired and vote reference.
The credits must be earned by the student from November 1, 2008 October 31, 2009 . Are excluded from the calculation credits validated or exempted and credits must be obtained in the examinations included in the curriculum student. The number of credits to be acquired by the target date must be at least 48 credits ; amounts above are provided for those who acquire 54 credits and 60 credits.
The reference vote is the vote reported in the media in the credits earned by students enrolled during the same year and the student's course of study, excluding those with zero testing. Are not considered the marks obtained in examinations validated or dismissed or outside the curriculum . Students with status of part-time student the number of loans is reduced by half without changing the voting reference.
On the basis of these criteria are identified 6 bands, 3 of which 3 of productivity and productivity and on and the amounts of the reduction of tuition fees: PRODUCTIVITY
'

  1. The range of productivity : student which has acquired 48 CFU without regard to the reference rate = € 200 ;
  2. II range of productivity : students who have acquired 54 credits without regard to the reference rate = € 300 ;
  3. III band productivity: the student who has acquired 60 credits without regard to voting reference = € 400 ;

PRODUCTIVITY 'AND SUBSTANCE

  1. IV range of productivity and merit : student who has acquired 48 CFU with vote higher than the reference rate = € 400 ;
  2. V range productivity and on : student who has acquired 54 CFU with vote higher than the reference rate = € 600 ;
  3. VI range of productivity and merit : student has acquired 60 credits with vote higher than the reference rate = € 800.

The reduction of tuition fees the student deserves the full extent indicated above, are recognized up to the amount of tuition fees payable for registration of the same year academic reference (first and second installment ) .
The reduction of tuition fees is paid on instance, so the student in meeting these requirements will present a specific application addressed to the Chancellor, made on the form, from 2 to 30 November 2009 , the module can be downloaded from the web page following the path www.unifi.it Students> forms or obtained at the secretariat services of students or faculty selected points, which should be returned duly completed, with signature.
The reduction of tuition fees to eligible will be made to balance on the second installment of taxes for the academic year 2009/2010.

.. And now a short list:

  • there Humanities: 3 credits
  • us Physics: 6 credits
  • Chemistry us: 6 credits
  • Biology us: 5 CFU
  • us Histology: 6 credits
  • Anatomy I: 4.5 credits
  • Genetics I: 4 CFU
  • Biochemistry I: 7 CFU
  • Computing: 3 credits
  • English B1: 3 CFU
  • English B2: 4 CFU
  • Ade: max 1.5 CFU
  • AFP: 4 CFU
TOTAL : 57 credits, and these are all the exams that a student can give the first year, I counted both exams in English!

CONCLUSIONS: 60 credits for a student of medicine are science fiction, serial examinations in the faculties of integrated courses have 12 credits, and then do not come and say that the credits are proportionate to the study load of ' examination because there Balboni shot in the teeth!

personal conclusion: I came to 46.5, and you?

Monday, November 23, 2009

Gel Bracelets Every Color Meanings

harassing

.. valdarniana and other tales of madness!

"But you still write?" demand for the fruit to that annoying waiting for the pizzas Takeaway you buy an apple and cranberry juice, to make the appetizer.
"No, you know I bought a small book when I went to high school .."
"the blue one?" (Small book burning that blessed blue!)
"Yes, I still write?"
"Soon .."
"Did you graduate?"
"No, I'm missing a bit '!"
"A so 'in the past three years?"
"Yes, but my unn'è three years!"
"The year my daughter graduated, you're doing?"
"Medicine .."
"I have done medicine!"
And then that he was holding the bag with the apple juice and, having no hurry because I had not yet made the pizzas, continued the funny conversations, laughing habits of the department Professor Allara and thinking, but if the medicine in Valdarno have attempted all at the end I'll sdammi me too! Montevarchini poor.

Question to anyone who reads my blog (so I decide I always ..): I refer back to us to write? Maybe the train in the morning at 7 and 11 fertile time ..

Kuessen Lehninger aus den!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Every Colour Shag Bans

Back on the blog, food for thought ..

I'm finally here again, sorry but as always happens to me I open my blogspot page, then I get distracted and do not write anything .. so I have not written anything all the things I do ("Tunne is' too! "by mom) and that above all I want to share with others and still have a lot of work to do with this blog. But I do not give and I will yield to the call of "hard core"!

I named this new (and anticipated) post "... food for thought" why, studying Anatomy II, the absurd boredom of the arterial system in particular, came to my mind a speech that surely our beloved prof. Gulisano has done with a pipe last year and this year we are proposing, day after day, directly and indirectly, with lessons on the nervous system: two words in the lexicon history, that the whole affair so plan We plan medical students, willy-nilly, we must one learn a new vocabulary of the Italian language, yes, but in medical and scientific. Affectionately call it history because of an argument between my parents was born in the eighties and once again today: scholar of the letters claims that the lexicon of a farmer, one of the famous old days, is much richer than that of an engineer today (you know who the letter and who was the engineer).
The question whether the statement is true or false still creates divisions between the world of letters and numbers (just kidding), however I agree.
I think the wealth of results has a broad vocabulary of the peasant who has his own way to live and work, the breadth of situations that every day is faced with, that being a farmer in the round does not include only the sphere of agriculture (without detracting from the scientific terms), mainly due to the fact that any peasant of ancient times lived and worked in the network, certainly more than just working to the fullest and sectors. [I know, I know, I wrote "network" and refer to this in everything I wrote on this blog and write about and also, of course, I connect with all the work last year in particular Article. ]
Now let's get back to us: the lexicon of the doctor is bound to be enormous and varied because of the field of study and work = man, but this vocabulary (and this goes up to my eyes every page of anatomy) is not a useful tool to network, because it is not understandable to the patient despite the words that refer to him is not able to understand them, at least in a immediadiata. In other words: the lexicon is important for description and reasoning from the perspective of those who have studied, but not that of the connections that is used to esssere. And at this point I quote the old man who wanted to explain Einstein's relativity to his grandmother, and concludes with: I think any patient will find that stupid to fully penetrate the subclavian artery in the axillary channel since both are parts of the same thing.

exist in the final average stress?
.. the only stress is that I have to return to school, kisses from Biomedical.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

How To Put Floor In A Boat

15 years of Emergency

Emergency turns 15.
Since the first deployment of a team of surgeons during the civil war in Rwanda to establish a regional center for cardiac surgery in Sudan, passing through some of the countries most affected by natural disasters in the world: Cambodia, Iraq, Sierra Leone, Sudan, Central African Republic, Afghanistan .
and action in Italy, with a polyclinic in Palermo, offering specialized assistance and free migrants and the people in need. From
war surgery to obstetrics, as victims of war are not only injured but also all those who, because of the war are denied the basic right to be treated. Since 1994 today, building and managing hospitals, pediatric centers, rehabilitation centers, first aid posts, health centers, a maternity center and a cardiac center in 14 countries, Emergency care has led to more than 3.2 million people by proposing a model of intervention Cheh humanitarian who in quality, equality and respect its foundations.
After 15 years of experience, Emergency believes that war is the greatest tragedy of public health. Treat victims emergency treatment is certainly necessary: \u200b\u200bone of the few ways to avoid war is to practice all human rights, in particular the right to health for all human beings.
Important evidence comes from Washington these days: "In Afghanistan the way that can lead to peace also depends on the ability of the country to provide adequate health care to the population, and from this point of view of the Italian Emergency may become" a model in the new strategy in Afghanistan wanted by the U.S. "(Reuters 12 May). He said in Washington on Afghan Health Minister Sayed Mohammad Amin Fatimie with representatives of the Obama administration.
Emergency

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Confirmation Letter Church

Things worth knowing

Slow Food in two words
Terra Madre

Terra Madre is a network created by all those who want to preserve and promote sustainable food production methods in harmony with nature, landscape the tradition. The practice on attention to territory for plant varieties and animal species over the centuries have adapted to different natural environments. Day after day, the family of Mother Earth is expanding, is enhanced to better protect and organize products and local food culture. The Terra Madre food communities to give concrete As the idea of \u200b\u200bSlow Food, based on three concepts: good, clean and giusto.Terra Mother is a project of Slow Food, the result of its growth path, designed to protect, support and give voice to small producers, but also to change the system that is damaging to them, joining forces with all those who - with their daily choices - may influence future policies: consumers, chefs and cooks, schools, research institutions, nongovernmental organizations, associations, youth ... Because only by multiplying local actions with a global vision, you can have a significant impact.
For more information: www.terramadre.org

Friday, May 8, 2009

Ocilb Continuing Education

2 Evaluation of the course and not only ..

i'panico , there's nothing to say, if you care to talk about what the prof. there you go, if you do not give a damn at least save time for studying, if you know use your computer has been a breeze, if you never knew you learned to use arrangiartici and so on ..


short course on there is little to say, I've been involved in several discussions that took place at around blogoclasse of the blog, but for the fact that a lot of people told her I have not commented practically nothing, I can not help it, I'm just like, I read everything I'm interested in everything, if I do something I'll put in all myself .. but if you do not need to tell me what I think I can keep well for me. I am also happy for the fact that the prof. not told us anything about the usual things to computer science course, and how to use excel and icche is a software and a bunch of useful little things secdondo me, I'll explain: I think if one did not you put the computer and places to wander a bit 'specially on the internet, it is useless to enroll in a basic course in computer science [then there are serious lessons to use complicated programs or doing programming, but I'll leave this stuff in there who understands something (because I do not understand your !!)], nothing that my sympathy goes to prof. that made us put her head in the world of Pubmed, Medal and Delicious.


On the blog I have something to say, in the sense of self that I give my blog: I am not convinced. I was too long to take care of the graphics and write about something interesting and on assignment, but I forgot that I wanted to talk about me: I'm here in this blog! And the person I care about most in the world today has made me realize (and this is not a way to apologize, but just to say, as usual, "you're right"). Not having done so much more for a better copy of the blog that I already had on Live Spaces .. quell'obrobrio with pictures stupid .. However, there is the good news that the blog does not end here and that I wanted all my life to improve it, until the degree for me to assess the prof.;)
However a final clarification on the "small balls always frigate All:
  1. .. I got a plant also i'nanna ..
  2. every time I phoned the call center phone companies and other shit like I never know what to say, as I recall, and sometimes I even questionnaires
  3. are a member of Mondolibri
  4. give reps to children who do not give a damn to improve
  5. I have often without putting your feet on the head from me mom ..
  6. .. and also from my cousin 11 years
  7. .. I'll put also the project co i'fabbri; giarry and uncle?
  8. and finally, my love, I've cheated you, too, otherwise at this time I was so lost in you ..

E 'mobbasta (but I wrote something about me;)).

Monday, April 20, 2009

Watery Stool And Drugs

CIPA, which is the coolest disease of any medicine!

Attention attention! The post is in English (and therefore easy to understand science in my opinion), if you do not know, sorry if I bitch, but it goes away soon ..


Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhydrosis. Report of a family and review of literature with reference to immune deficiency.
Vardy PA , Greenberg LW , Kachel C , de Leon GF .

Congenital indifference to pain with anhydrosis (CIPA) is a well-defined entity among a group of sensory deficiency syndromes. Children with this genetic disease are insensitive to pain and temperature and do not sweat and suffer from psychomotor retardation. Self-inflicted trauma may be severe and lead to insoluble orthopedic problems. To date, 11 cases have been reported. We have reviewed the literature and are describing two girls with CIPA, born to consanguine Jewish parents of Moroccan origin. Immunoglobulin deficiency has been reported in CIPA but an immunologic investigation on one of our cases showed only an early and transient deficiency of IgA. The presence in the family of a brother with ataxia telangiectasia and complete absence of IgA would seem to be irrelevant and it seems probable that the parents are heterozygotic for two disparate autosomal recessive syndromes.

PMID: 92193 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]


Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis (hereditary sensory and autonomic neuropathy type IV)
Rosemberg S , Marie SK , Kliemann S .

Department of Pediatrics, Santa Casa School of Medicine, University of São Paulo School of Medicine, Brazil.
Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis (CIPA, hereditary sensory and autonomic neuropathy type IV) is an exceedingly rare disease. Only 31 cases have been reported. We report a 4-year-old girl with CIPA and include a complete review of the literature. CIPA is a severe autosomal recessive condition that leads to self-mutilation in the first months of life and to bone fractures, multiple scars, osteomyelitis, joint deformities, and limb amputation as the children grow older. Mental retardation is common. Death from hyperpyrexia occurs within the first 3 years of life in almost 20% of the patients. Ultrastructural and morphometric studies of the peripheral nerves demonstrate a loss of the unmyelinated and small myelinated fibers. The actual physiopathologic mechanism of this developmental disorder remains unknown.

PMID: 7527213 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]


Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis in a 2-month-old boy.
Matsuo M , Kurokawa T , Goya N , Ohta M .

In a 2-month-old boy with congenital insensitivity to pain and anhidrosis, the initial symptom was recurrent fever of unknown origin. After eruption of the first teeth, self-mutilation of the tongue was limited by extraction of the teeth. Unmyelinated fibers were essentially lacking, and the number of small myelinated fibers was decreased in sural nerve. This case is the youngest to be diagnosed and the first one in which nerve biopsy clearly showed the characteristic findings.

PMID: 6167904 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]


[Difficulty in the management of congenital insensitivity to pain]
[Article in French]
Redouani L , Léauté-Labrèze C , Ramirez de Villar S , Taïeb A , Sarlangue J .

Unité de dermatologie pédiatrique, hôpital Pellegrin-Enfants, Place Amélie-Raba-Léon, 33076 Bordeaux, France.
We report a case of hereditary sensitive neuropathy associated with insensitivity to pain in an infant. CASE REPORT: The girl was born after a normal full term pregnancy. She was hospitalized in the neonatal period because of hypotonia and recurrent cyanotic episodes due to false passage. The diagnosis of insensitivity to pain was suspected at nine months of age, as parallel with dentition, multiple mutilations of the tongue and the fingers were observed. The diagnosis was confirmed by biopsy taken from the sural nerve which showed a rarefaction of small myelinated fibres whereas unmyelinated fibres remained unaltered. At the age of six years, The general condition was good and the neurologic developement Was Satisfactory, neurotrophic and Urologic Complications Being currently the main problem. CONCLUSION: A multidisciplinary and Specialized Care Associated with parental compliance Was Necessary to minimize the Complications of Potentially this severe disorder.

PMID: 12162159 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]

Drivers Liscence Template

I inform you that my BMI is 19.94

.. and that my weight against my height is perfect!
.. it would not hurt if I had some muscle instead of fat just to cover my bones, but if medal.com says that's right .. I do not mind going to the gym! Eheh!
In fact, the index of the FIT test laziness that I started looking through the blogs of my colleagues was exaggeratedly bad enough; Ugh! But racing to catch the train are exercising!!
However it seems pretty neat place this (and say that 'these things can be really effective only for men, we women will go beyond this nonsense about your physical appearance (I'm kidding, there is also that for men to women!)):


Calculating Female Attractiveness to Men


Copyright (c) 2006-2007, Institute for Algorithmic Medicine, Houston, TX, USA.
All rights reserved.

Overview :
Men find women with certain physical characteristics
attractive. Men tend to like women with narrow waist and broader
hips.

Maximum attractiveness for various measurements (based on
Figures page 548):
(1) body mass index: 19 - 21 kg per square meter
(2)
waist-to-hip ratio of 0.67 - 0.72 ("curvaceous")

where:
• body
mass index = (body weight in kilograms) / ((body height in meters)^2)

waist-to-hip ratio = (circumference of waist in cm) / (circumference of hips in
cm)

best fit model for attractiveness of female to men =
= 4.65
- (0.15 * (age of woman)) - (3.79 * (waist-to-hip ratio)) + (0.026 * (body mass
index)) - (0.035 * ((body mass index)^2)) + (0.0014 * ((body mass
index)^3))

Notes on best fit equation:
(1) When values are
given that match the attractiveness data given in the figures, negative values
are returned.
(2) The age of the women included in the evaluation was not
given but would probably need to be restricted (?18 to 30).
(3) The best fit
model is not terribly robust. Values not fitting the expected population tend to
give a wide range of attractiveness values.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Kod Promocyjny Na Lot

Delicious ..

http://delicious.com/Irros

was a really nice piece that I had enrolled in delicios, but since everyone entering the URL on the blog now and I put it too ..

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Soldiers Live.pdf Glen Cook>soldiers

Eh eh!


.. by the way, a little sin is like .. I have come a bit 'sad, a beautiful smile was mocking us too, as I did during the seminar .. eheh! !

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Women Masrurbating Withdildos

K. Cavafy, "Waiting for the Barbarians", 1908

What are we waiting so gathered in the square?
the barbarians are coming today.
Why such chaos in the Senate?
Why do the Senators sit without legislating?
E 'the barbarians are coming today.
What laws would vote for the Senators?
When the barbarians will make the law.
Why did our emperor, got up so early,
sits on a dais outside the city,
solemn, with the crown?
E 'the barbarians are coming today.
The Emperor is preparing to receive their leader.
He even had prepared a parchment
Appeals that the grants and honorary titles.
Why have our two consuls and magistrates our flaunt their red robes embroidered?
Why are adorned with amethyst bracelets and rings sparkling with diamonds?
Why bring their sticks and finely chiseled valuable?
E 'the barbarians are coming today and such things dazzle the barbarians.
Because our rhetorical skills not plead with their usual eloquence?
E 'the barbarians are coming today. They do not appreciate the beautiful sentences or long speeches.
And why, suddenly, this uneasiness, and this upheaval?
As have become serious faces!
Why the streets and squares emptying so fast
and all return home with a look so sad?
E 'which is the night fell and the barbarians have not come.
And the people came from the border saying that there are not barbarians ...
And now what will become of us without barbarians?
They were however a solution.
You can find a great site: www.tolerance.kataweb.it.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Mirena And Celiac Disease

The poem that gave me the prof.

listening to a song on the radio (among other things he has made me quite sick to stay: that is, a song that was trying to give a message that was not "I kissed, that's cool!" and even in Italian! Risk heart attack ..) it occurred to me that it could be nice for the blog a poem that he had given my prof. Italian language last year.

Rash Underneath Breast

Compleannibo last year ..


(this I know)
.. the face of facebook, I use this blogghettino nice to say to my dear colleagues in medicine to those who want Saturday, April 11 is the cenettina of my birthday , to bowling Castelfranco (who does not know where some may ask here or in-Valdarno Valdarno Rulez! -). Important: give me a sort of confirmation , even voice quickly .. kiss kiss

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Muscle Percent In Women

Schooling

I state that I have not finished reading the article of prof. are barely halfway, and I tried to go forward instead of doing what I'm doing now, that is, stop and write my on my blogghino.
For now, I mean my discourse of schooling (which I'm sure you still go ahead even in the pages of the article that I have not read yet): I am a college student of medicine (and I have studied a series of nozioncine to forget immediately after passing the stupid entrance exam), and I feel pulled in dance, and I'm sorry for you readers, I am interested write me. The
My life in school was marked by the school .. and my mother who has produced my schooling. But from the beginning: I learned to read and write at the age of 5 years and my grandmother taught me. "Unfortunately," taught me to read it, It is not a grandmother as the grandfather of Professor. That is, sin. The problems came later when my sweet mother started to make me do more over the term of the class teachers, who sent me to study by his grandfather (classical diploma in 1952) and especially to wake up wondering what makes 7 to 8? The results were good from his point of view: the teachers loved me, and also Professor in junior high, I had good grades, of course, but also spent the afternoon at home reading and watching documentaries instead of going to play out .. mind you: I was not forced! I read so much because I liked it and especially since I had very little curiosity and desire to know everything. Then, when the medium has changed everything .. because I had to stop playing Hermione Granger and begin the integration into society, and because the school is a crap where you do not learn anything .. davvro over the schooling I was left a little ' curiosity and desire to learn e.. the good grades then later I did have my 100/100 all'same of maturity! In short, this discourse to speak my mind: I agree with the professor to the fact that schooling lter is more than an impediment to learning and I feel somehow a survivor, but I would point out his speech on education family: my opinion is not the school with his methods obsolete primarily responsible for the lack of education in favor of scholarship, even if it's something more you can do.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Free Printable Friendship Poem Background

The Youth Forum of Montevarchi

.. if some Montevarchino I do not know it was made now will read a bit 'confused: nobody, or almost know the Youth Forum of Montevarchi, and say it is also on Facebook! !

I think the soul of the Forum is the interest in the local politics and the world, that's why I'm still part in a long time and still I came to boredom.

WHAT '?
Forum is a present reality in my beloved city for the past two years, at the time of the announcement in the summer of 2007 could join all those who were aged 16 to 25 (or 26) years and had something to do with Montevarchi, in the sense to live there, but go to school or work. The Forum is not an association, is an organ of the City, created by the City Council and directly linked to it. The Forum is non-political and open to all forms of diversity (political, religious, cultural).

WHY '?
The Forum was set against the need to approach the youth of the valley to the administration and politics.

THAT YOU DO IT?
in the forum, being a forum, mostly discussing the critical issues and problems that young people are in town and across the Arno Valley in general, are made to meet with the Mayor and other figures, as advisors or technical, for 'deepening.

WHAT CAN 'DO?
Being directly connected with the city council, the forum can always be delegated to the current initiatives of the City and to participate and submit motions to their improvement. We also provide the local managed by the City and we can do as a vehicle for initiatives by associations in the area of \u200b\u200bthe city. Finally we are in contact with the schools in which we work to promote active citizenship and participation of young people from socially and culturally.

MORE
Forum is accessible on Facebook and the website of the Municipality of Montevarchi with this you can find it on the fly: http://www.comune.montevarchi.ar.it/index.asp?para=type were very interesting (other than meetings with Sind and technicians), is drastically decreasing .. is also why I wrote this blog post, maybe some valdarnese which medicine is concerned ..

Well, I made note of another activity that I do, and that takes up my time to study, to which I am very fond of and I want to let the world know, the first-year students of medicine are the only ' BEGINNING ...


Ruffa Gutierrez Scandal

My post for more than 200 words .. The site of recollections

So here I am again writing on my blog, now blocked by the stupid stories I wanted to slip by force .. and that were much longer than 200 words .. hehe .. useless and annoyed by the tone - sorry, but the computer sends me nervous more often - I got the topic of the next post, I hope you read with a little 'enthusiasm.


Friday, March 6, 2009

Kates Playground Straberry



just happens when I step to the streets of Blood Donors and peek behind the building, well restored and finished that I resurface those few memories of that place: the fact that the stairs were steep, is the memory of when I went to visit my aunt who had just given birth to my cousin, I was nine, but I still remember the three spots of blood on the couch or chair- what was in the room of my aunt. How many years have passed since the birth of Lorenzo I can not remember, but the image of him into the tiny cart that looked like a transparent bowl not forget. In short, all these figures are linked to birth now buried under a layer of fine debris, patience.
The driving force behind the building does not stop in front of such fantasies, especially in Montevarchi and Valdarno where houses and condos sprouting like mushrooms on the other hand is the price you pay to threaten our countries to their side of villages and peasants send them to their fate in the city.


Constipation In Toddlers More Condition_symptoms

Note on the next story

course is what I dislike ..

Holley Bugspray Rebuild

Soon

Lania laughed.
"Actually you should ask today: how to make the final exams after a night of sex?"
"It's not a night of sex, it's not even midnight! Sorry but how many times you want it again? "
" If you're tired does not matter, "she teased so continuously.
"Okay. In a bit 'though. "
" Yeah, sure. "
"I'm serious!"
"Yes, believe it!"
After Dave had just closed my eyes and fell asleep. Lania went into the kitchen, drank a glass of water and realized that probably would not be able to sleep was really excited to review the next day, needless to deny the obvious. He looked at the piles of books on the dining table, sat down and leafed through them all: literature, physics, English ... Review of Paradise even a few steps. He was re-reading the notes of philosophy when Dave got out.
"You said you did not want to study tonight, nerd! Do you want to understand that both your percent did not you remove the no? "
" What time is it Dave? "
" Almost three. And where the fuck is over the night of sex? "
Lania looked up from her notebook and looked at him, naked in front of the refrigerator. He thought for a moment, then replied:
"Well, when you're right you're right!"
He got up and kissed him, pushing him against the glass door, cold against her back and her buttocks. He held her and made him standing there in the kitchen was short-lived, but she got the same and wondered if it were not for anxiety about the exam.
About five and a half Dave was awakened by the sunlight filtering through the blinds of the bedroom window of Lania, and she was beside him, asleep, naked and beautiful on the sheets, in the twilight. He went into the bathroom and got dressed, trying not to make noise before leaving barely resisted the temptation to wake her with a kiss, if he did he would probably insulted. He went out and forking scrap that vaguely resembled a bicycle went home.
was cold in the morning, even though it was July, the sky was clear, but gray, the streets were deserted. Dave leaned his bicycle against the wall next to the entrance of the building, went up on the second floor and opening the door was invaded by the strong smell that dominated throughout the apartment: alcohol. Did not have time to close it, which was also overwhelmed by the screams of his drunkenness altered mother.
"David! All night out! Without saying anything! You were still the bitch? Eh? You were on that bitch? Melanie called that bitch! I'm back and I found you and you were on that bitch?! So what? "
" No mom! It should be 'to sleep! "
" If your father were here you would see the! To you and that bitch! "
" Just now I Met Your Mother "
His mother was lying on the sofa in the living room, next to two empty bottles of vodka she had brought from outside, the house was disgusting, it was dirty and untidy. Dave took the two bottles and tossed in the trash, then looked around to find somewhere else and throw, empty or full it to be.
"What the fuck are you doing now? You have to go to work! Got it? And you also have to stop with that fucking bitch! "
" Mom is' Shut up! "Dave
changed quickly and went out while his mother was still screaming.
"Do not you dare talk to me like David! Do you understand? You must not talk like that! "
slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Just could not go on like this, especially his mother could not go on like this, it is true, everyone is entitled to have their chances, but there is a limit to everything. He had stopped to think about to let off some steam, it was too early to go to work. Kicked a couple of pebbles, so he knew: it would continue, and perhaps as yet. Was repeated many times now that he could not go ahead and weeks had passed. He climbed back on the wreck while riding without a goal and scaled down the facts: she knew that her mother was an alcoholic, did not feel the need to drink, only felt the need to forget, alcohol was a way as any to drop the this for a few minutes. Soon it will be over in one way or another: Aunt Susie always repeated with his pessimism and his sense of guilt, and he was right. Retraced the journey of less than an hour before, and his thoughts flew elsewhere, then he thought that to Lania had said anything, not even a word about his family, but sooner or later he would speak him, after all, were almost three months they were together and she had not yet given up: it could not be just sex. Walker in another couple of lanes and then decided to go to work.
Lania left the school at noon, beaming.  finally finished. He went home walking five feet off the ground, with his father who would not stop them questions. After explaining to all family members the full dynamics of the examination and had lunch, took the mountain of books that were left in the kitchen and hid them on a remote shelf in the library. Were only three books that came from nowhere, temporarily resting on the mantelpiece. The doorbell rang. It was Dave who just finished the morning shift came in search of good news. Let him in, he became thoughtful.
"So, how did it go?"
"Well, well. All what I expected. "
Lania his head somewhere else.
"Then you got the utmost, nerd! Saturday we go to celebrate? "
" Really ... "
" If we do no good another day. "
" Yes .. That is, no. Look Dave, we need to talk to us. "
" Lania, what happens? "
" Nothing, nothing, it's just, you know, soon I'll be at university, I believe that we should study more, then I'll always be involved in classes and maybe it's better if you talk I do it now rather than in a month or two ... "As he spoke
looked down and is twisted between the fingers a lock of long dark hair and wavy; Dave stared at her motionless with his eyes blacks, he understood immediately what he was going.
"... So I thought that it is better to stop now if I tell you to stay together instead of at the end of summer."
Dave turned his head, so it was over without a fight, a removal, a notice, and now if they came out with a speech so stupid to plant, had not even invented a more plausible excuse.
"And then we leave, we're not together anymore."
She was an idiot to repeat the concept in a loud voice, as if he did not understand. He put his hand over his hair still tousled from the race that had a bicycle. Now she looked up, her green eyes the ford, expressionless. Dave looked at that moment in her eyes to find his Lania, believing it to be different from the girl in front of him, she could not make a speech like that, could not leave it that way. Now he spoke without thinking.
"You do not love me, right?"
Lania stopped touching her hair, looking for the answer.
"I do not know if I love you, Dave. Is that ... "
" I love you Lania. "
She did not speak, she stepped back.
"Lania ..."
"No. I do not love you. "
Lania turned, he took her by the arm. She ripped violently from his hand and lost his balance, fell backward and struck his head on the sharp edge of the mantel vivo. His body fell helpless on the floor. Dave ran up to her, not moving. Dave could not speak, even to call it by name. The shock but had no reaction. He stared at her. A broken voice, so different, he found the strength to call the mother of Lania, but Dave does not already knew nothing of what was happening, had in mind only the image of Lania property.
few hours later he found himself seated on a chair in a hospital corridor, a woman coming toward him, he recognized only to the last: it was his mother, approached him.
"David. It is in intensive care. You'll see that everything will be fine. "
'll be fine. The phrase continued to resonate in your head long, light, together with another, stronger and more insistent: what did you do?


Staph Infection From Waxing

Rachel and Sabrina

"Rachel! Have you finished? "That fat
Anna broke.
"One minute! What the fuck! "
And then pretend to call it freedom, guarded, but call it freedom!
He rinsed his hands and left the bathroom at the door with his snout Anna was pissed.
"Here, the process is all yours."
smoothed out the folds on the skirt and thought that it might be better not to get all dressed up with clothes that old prostitute, petty thief, his roommate. He looked at Nicholas, the guy who was almost-turnkey Starla among the boxes that night. A lazy. Sbracato was the plastic chair and mumbled an eraser.
"Can I leave?"
That took a sleepy nod of the head pointing to the door. Rachel came out. Outside there was a chill wind: maybe he really exaggerated with those clothes, she thought of having to go to beat, but it was too late. He took the subway stations deserted followed each other in front of his eyes as he approached the center. The girl continued to imagine the face of his daughter who was definitely asleep. Get off the train reached one of those side streets that overlook the square and after a few steps in the wet he stopped to see the room where he had spent many sleepless nights. It was ten o'clock on a weekday evening and the bar had already taken the special atmosphere of closed places: the stools were leaning on the counter, all the glasses clean and tidy, gleaming bottles of liquor to the feeble light coming from the back . He went quietly and cautiously approached the door of the lighted room in search of Grace, the owner. They were friends for a long time and although not seen so much, Rachel, remembered his habits, such as return home late at night from work. Peering, in fact, was able to check to see that the door was firmly closed. He knocked, he greeted and talked quite a bit 'before Rachel came to the point:
"You know what happened to Alex?"
"I know there has been some month for possession of drugs, but now I have no idea where it is. You can hear the Albert pub, maybe you know something more about me, I do not know. "
" With the same grace, I've been helpful anyway. Now I let you go home, goodnight. "
" Good night. See that you see a little 'more often. "
Leaving the bar of Grace, Rachel she wondered for the umpteenth time if it was a good idea to look for what little good, but did not think long. The appeared before our eyes the image of his daughter, said she was definitely asleep at that hour, it was decided to continue the search and quickened his pace. He was crossing dark streets and deserted and he was afraid to meet some delinquent if she had not felt a thug with those clothes and the probation to be served for seven months. There were people in the pub, and even a little, went in and looked around for some familiar face. It was there, Alex. She recognized him among a group of people, had a bottle in his hand and arguing heatedly with a guy by pointing a finger. Rachel called him, he turned around. From her face you could see that was not only drunk at the beginning and did not recognize came up.
"Oh, good evening beautiful slut, you're back to have sex with me?"
knew Rachel was not a good time to talk to him, his head is crowded with voices that they were merely repeating: how did you collect you think of a 'idea like this! Turned away as if nothing had happened, but Alex pushed her against the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing? Are you going? Ugly bitch! Bitch! You've ruined my life! "
Continuing to scream, broke the bottle against the wall.
"Alex let me go. It is not was my fault ... "
" Oh really? Bitch! You've been a bitch! Did you know that Omar had given me the stuff that night! Troy! "
wanted yell, get angry with him, scream to stop, now that could have a life, not waste it was selling drugs, but he did not.
"Let me Alex. Please. "
threw the remains of the bottle to the floor, held her by the wrists, the bartender and some customers yelled to let her go. Alex followed this advice and walked away.
"Whore. Indeed, both whores. You and your daughter. The pay for what you made me, bitch! "
Rachel was afraid and wanted to go home, but that threat stopped him. Determined, he picked up the broken bottle from the ground and pounced on him, no one could stop him, once, twice, three times the glass sank into his skin. After a moment he looked at the lifeless body of the father of her daughter, the blood continued to flow away, had their hands and clothes full. He threw away the bottle and sat on the ground crying. He did not move until they came to take her away. Now what was that thing that had never been able to call family? Of her child?
He wanted to find that stupid because his daughter had a father and was able to deny that too. Now she was alone. They were both alone now.



November '97: Many condemned
looked out the window or staring at the fingers, there was a heavy silence in the room. Someone coughed. Sabrina had the hiccups and felt really out of place in that place full of adults. He did not even know why he was there, we had brought Angelica who was now standing near her, was almost afraid so quiet and still. Suddenly in the midst of all that silence came a distinguished man, dressed all in gray, even the shoes, said something in a voice calm and quiet, but Sabrina did not understand anything, only that he used big words difficult. Angelica but he must have understood, because he had moved to sit on the chair and was now just on the edge, as if ready to flee the runway, his face was worried. Entered the room another guy who said they might enter. Enter where?
"Where are we going?" Sabrina was able to ask for Angelica as she stood up, slowly, in a whisper, because despite all that you were holding up the chairs, there was still a great silence. But Angela did not reply. He had taken his hand, however, and was leading the other side of the door through which came out the second guy. There was a funny room, long, long, and one part there were many desks and chairs and telephones, but Sabrina and Angelica did not stop and went into another room, much smaller, was dark, but when they entered lit a bright light, there was a table with two empty chairs and two occupied. At the table, in fact, there was a guard (another standing), and there was Rachel.
"Mom!"
Sabrina was about to run by her mother, Angelica, but kept her by the arm.
Why?
Sabrina sat down and looked at her mother, smiling sadly. Why
was wearing a suit?
Why was across the table?
Why could not embrace it?
Sabrina did not understand anything and meanwhile her mother smiled, although the expression seemed more sad than happy, and not looking at her. Sabrina's mother stared in silence, while excluded from the talks that were begun between the three adults, especially among the Guard and Angelica, but Rachel escaped her eye. Suddenly he heard a cry from another room, a woman's voice. The guard came out, had become silent again, and Sabrina had turned toward the door. The guard came back almost immediately, shaking his head and began to speak:
"So I repeat times: Every Saturday from 15 to 17 for no more than fifteen minutes. It 's all right? "
Angelica Sabrina nodded and looked back at her mother, she now seemed to be excluded from the discussion. The guard stood up
"Well, we have finished. You may go. "
Angelica got up and lifted her up even Sabrina, now Rachel was watching. He got up and went to embrace her daughter, told her that she was sorry and apologized, then was removed by a guard. Sabrina had seen his tears. That evening
Angelica explained that his mother was in prison because he killed a man and would not be back soon.



January 07: Sabrina permission premium
slammed the door.
now had to meet you know! Fuck! He was almost fifteen years! Not enough shame and lies told to teachers and classmates from elementary school to avoid having to say "my mother is in prison! At least "My father died when I was little," was holding and asked anyone else, but for all that time Angela had not told her anything! Fantastic! "My mother is in jail because he killed my father! Stuff of soap opera.
"Sabrina! Open the door! "
" Shut up, Mom! "
is locked in the room and waited in silence until he heard his mother's footsteps on the stairs, then went out the window. Was careful not to be seen from the living room window and started down the road towards the periphery. After a couple of blocks found Leo and his friends vagrants to hang around the basketball court, there were also a couple of guys skate. Leo greeted and made to give a cigarette.
"Sabri, how?"
"Everything ok ..."
"You sure? You have a face. "
" No, no. I'm fine. "
leaned his back against the wall and lit his cigarette.
"Leo, but you did you ever see your father after your have left?"
"No, not even a phone call. Why do you ask? "
" Nothing, curiosity. "


Ultima Version Pezbot Ocd 4

Chronicles August

Laura asks me to leave tomorrow, to do what? Continue to repeat what we do not want to be in this provincial town?
Now I'm here in front of tobacco shop waiting for her, Laura, who buys another pack of Camels and charge the phone again, so tomorrow will have more money, again. Yawn leaning against the railing next to the green house tobacco. In the garden there is a cat that stares at me with two huge yellow eyes. I wish I could ask if you do not get bored too, but he turns away, then I would certainly understand. The old men playing card games on the plastic table in front of the bar, but they go away soon, one after the other, tired from the summer heat. Laura finally comes out and immediately slips a cigarette in his mouth. I propose to go to the supermarket because there is air conditioning, then wonder why he insisted on going out at this impossible, it is three. He replied that after repetition, that sucks! The school not only lasts nine months, but broke even in summer. Again soon. I begin to complain, but Laura interrupts me: tell me not to think about and run to the supermarket because it's too hot.

We're almost all evening, even Matt is back from holiday in Puglia with his parents, but soon has to start again, all around the usual piece of lawn full of beer bottles. I'm sitting on the trunk of a tree and I'm staring, for now they are half full (or half empty?), but will end soon, especially with the help of the usual Daniel. Now it's right here beside me with the bottle in his hand, is already forming the stupid smile on his face. Anna and the other talking, laughing, but I can not follow the talk, but for now I'm a bit 'by looking at the sky darkens around us more and more. Here comes Cathy with a guitar and immediately angry with others because the beer is almost over, then comes close to me, sits down, drinks a bit 'then to me: "Why so sad and brooding?" I look bad, but she insists with stupid questions like: You're not still thinking about that guy? Yes and so what? What the fuck do you care! I can not wait that shuts reattached to the bottle and begins to play his songs pitiful. Sometimes I hate her so much, as now wants to make us feel that the songs she makes up with that guitar out of tune and then the other the compliments because they are half drunk. I do pass the last bottle too, but I drank too little to not feel the ribs of this here. I sigh and I start playing with the caps on the ground.
I'm for the photos, carefully avoiding the ones where he is, put them in the bottom of any other, but then I look the same. That face an idiot. Meanwhile, I continue to eat cereal in cold milk, which, as they are old and limp, they formed a pimp of a color indecipherable. After breakfast I put the sourdough of photos and turn on the TV: Wow, there's Beverly Hills! Now I can say that my depression has reached the pathological state ... I turn off without even looking at other channels, that sucks! A little further down the table there is a math book that my mother would like to brush up, I do not want to do anything, let alone to study! I remember that I want to write that song, but again I have no ideas, the only things that are safe are those who do not want to write: I miss you, because you're not here and shit like ... I hope now he is enjoying what's left of summer and it strafreghi me, at least it would be smart.

This afternoon is a bit 'better off, there's the wind that helps you breathe. I'm riding her bike home from Tom, I have to give back his dvd, it had lent me, but then he left me. Almost in front of my house Simone cross walking with his head down, I greet him, there will be years that we speak, so we were once friends but now we see more and only briefly, once every blue moon. It starts to rain. Continues to be hot and the smell of wet asphalt road, which sucks! I put away the bike in an alley and I head home Tom, on the sidewalk across the street there is sheltering a girl who runs with a book on his head. Sound the bell, but no one answers, Tom is not home. Strange, I was told to move at this time. I took water at all, well.
Here we are again with another night of this, Matt has already left, he and the cans of Guinness every so often wore, on the other hand there is also Simon tonight: we have resumed the relationship, even if it is no longer what once considered my brother, that is always the same, but ... I do not know if I was right to let him know all these jerks. Today it was my turn to bring to drink, everybody knows that I buy the beer stronger, so now they are all happy. Except Tom fixing the full bottle in his hand, I have already started the second and not being sure if what I think and I think I say enough or too. Tom does not drink, how? For once there is good beer, I brought myself? I am a little 'shine. Although I do not like losing my mind, tonight I made an exception to the rule. And that? That face depressed? Tom Why do not you drink? What have you? This I know because I've also spoken to me Tom replies, with the most obvious answer: nothing, nothing ... I hate it when people tell me "nothing" is always a lie. I support the bottle on the ground, just fuck me, Daniel, and who cares. I remember the other day when Tom was not home and I was soaked with rain at all. "Tom, the other day because you were not at home? When it rained you know, I bring you the DVD. "" I was at Sonia. "Well, now I understand! I'm out, but not that much. I do not want the nosy like Cate, so I shut up and leave him to his meditations.
and quarter past midnight and Laura arrives with Sonia, how strange: Sonia never comes, the boxes are on most of the boys, and Laura is always with his boy. What the hell are they here?
Daniel is already drunk two or three are a bit 'rimbecilliti like me, Sarah, who always remains lucid enough, ask the two: "What are you doing here among all these drunken girls?" Sonia, annoyed, took Tom by the arm and drags him away, I suppose to talk in private. Eh, the affairs of the heart! So Laura is left alone to get by with drunkards. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and is passed a bottle. I ask where is her love, she puffs smoke and dried answers: "On holiday with his" Oh, sorry, who are nosy! I turn and I start to observe the black silhouettes of Sonia and Tom in the shadows of the park, they argue, then Sonia snatch the bottle from the hands of Tom and if the school whole. What strength! Miss l'ho-ce-only-I with its stiletto heels and her tight rags who drinks like a fish! That's great, now maybe we will run away and start fighting the fight! I ask Laura to information that is being presented to those who still do not know, "Lau, the Sonia holds the alcohol?" "Dunno, never drinks, I think it sober." Then it will be fun! As soon as this thought crosses my mind already half asleep, I realize I'm wrong: the two, it seems, have made peace and were locked in a passionate snog, and I was hoping that the dispute ... Suddenly, between giggles, Simon cries out: "The little show porn is included in the evening?" Well, lawful demand, the strange thing is that Sonia, instead of laugh about it, comes out with a "Fuck you asshole?" The beer begins to take effect! Sonia comes dangerously close to Simon, who is more insane than I thought. "Come, little doll do not take it! I'll give you a bit 'of beer too, so the little show we put on you and me, right? "Well, now you also angry Tom (how dare you!), Only that he is sober and with a fist stretching definitely Simone , already half drunk and half unconscious. Silence falls on the group, I had my fight, I can not complain. The more drunk they begin to do the stupidest thing: they go on the run, prima tra tutti Sonia con Tom, tirato di nuovo via per il braccio, più sconvolto per quello che ha fatto che arrabbiato, poi Daniele, Laura, Anna, Caterina, Sara e tutta la compagnia di cretini ubriachi. Alla fine rimaniamo solo io, troppo stanca per correre, Daniele che dorme per terra, Andrea, la chitarra abbandonata dalla Cate e le bottiglie vuote. Che cavolo corrono a fare, tanto non c’è nessuno! Guardo Andrea che mi sorride, sta pensando anche lui le stesse cose, non è per niente sbronzo: bravo ragazzo. Si offre di riportare Simone a casa, lo accompagno, così posso buttare le bottiglie nel cassonetto per la raccolta differenziata. Per tornare a casa devo riattraversare il parco, prendo la chitarra della Cate mentre passo and can not resist the temptation to stop and strum something: Polly wants a cracker ... Think I should get off of her first ... I think She Wants Some Water ...
may never write a song about him, maybe I did not even thought about it seriously. I look at the black sky full of stars, better go home before the parents get upset.