interactions

I remember when I used to live with my sister, and when we used to drive together to our parents place to spend the weekend. She used to say she didn't need a radio on her car because I never seemed to stop talking!
People that don't know me that well often have a different opinion about me. I'm the quiet girl, that doesn't talk much, that is kind of shy and that tries to fit in but doesn't seem to be able to. For some reason, I'm also the girl that everyone recognizes.
Then, along with the one's that know who I am, but with whom conversation doesn't seem to flow, there are few people that really get to know me, and that get to see the talkative, not so shy me. I've come to realize that not that many people end up knowing that part of me, and I can't really tell why... but then again, there are no rules when it comes to people's interactions. It's just a matter of how outgoing you are or not... or out outgoing others are towards you.

plane tickets

I have to get a plane ticket to go home sometime in April. The weird thing is that I can't seem to be able to figure out when I want to go... I always find something to do around here that prevents me from picking one date or another.
I do want to go there, but I've grown used to my life in Toulouse. I've got friends here, I've got things to do... of course back home I've got my family and I do miss them alot, but it still feels weird to leave this place even if it's just for a week or so...
I don't know if it is normal, but I do think that at least it means that I enjoy being here, and that is a good thing...

focus

I once had a teacher that told us it takes about 3 months to get fully adapted to a working space. I don't know if she was right or not, but what I do know is that more than 3 months have gone by since I've been working on the same place, but today I can't seem to be able to focus on my work.
True, some thing's can be done without much focusing, but it turns out that category theory demonstrations isn't one of them.
Maybe I should move my thoughts into something else... maybe I'll be able to focus on something else...

Focus Guida, focus!

too nice...

I am way too nice. I blame my parents for bringing me up too well!
Sometimes I wish I could just get mad, shout at people and not even care if I hurt their feelings or not. Turns out I can't do such things. I always seem to try and find a reason for what people do. Of course the inability to express my anger often leads to me getting flustered, or to me getting annoyed, or to me feeling weird... even more when you know that most of the time others don't even care about how you feel.
Anyway, sometimes it really does suck to be a good person!

talking

why is it that with some people you never know what to talk about, but then with others conversation just flows?
Even with people you might have something in common, sometimes you just end up talking about the weather, just to avoid staring at each other. Sometimes you find an excuse to leave, because staying means awkward silences... while with other people time just flies by. With some people you just talk, you just know what to say... you might not even know that person that well, but for some reason something makes you react...
I wish I always had something interesting to say...

stupid things

Sometimes you do stupid things. Things that seem like a good idea at the time, but once you're done doing them you realize how stupid you are and that you should never have done it... and then there's no way back.
But sometimes, just sometimes, that stupid thing brings out something good. Sometimes it was just what you needed. And if it doesn't bring something good, well, then there's always next time, when you will most likely end up doing something stupid again...
I did something potentially stupid... just hope it brings something good :)

dreamer

I see life as a fairy tail, where everybody gets to  live happily ever after!
You might say I'm a dreamer, you might say I'm naif or even that I still have to grow up. But what's so wrong about dreaming? What's so wrong about thinking that one day the prince charming will sweep you out of your feet and leave you breathless? What's so wrong about believing that happiness is possible?
So yes, you can call me what you want, but those are the little (or maybe not so little) things that make you want to get up in the morning and enjoy the day.