Hello. Today was a day to forget. Right now you should be eating dinner with my sister and her friends and then go to the movies. But more than likely that this custom has come to an end.
And I've fought with it. Even before you get home and knew she was not of humor because he had spoken before about my mother and had released a few Borderías. And when he got home he told me if I had the car (it is she who always leads to the mall where we go every Friday, but his car is in the shop. As it was quite noticeable edge, I have said that if I was going with that humor, not meant to take.
And I'm already sick of his bad moods. Because there is one thing today. is forever. When he comes home, goes straight to his room and closes the door. And if you go for something, it's almost like asking an audience to someone important. Many other times I've gone with her to dinner and a hundred, apropos of nothing, has given me wrong answers. At the moment did not say anything (is it has a character!), But then came to my house and told my mother to vent, I was a little upset with my sister for how she behaved with me. I have a good character-that does not mean that I do not ever misbehave, but when it does, I admit, and that is why normally I tend not to complain when they misbehave with me and swallow and swallow and swallow ... But
Today I could not more. And I exploded. It pains me that means that it is not going to see at one time to my sister's friends, especially her boyfriend, which is a very good person, and a fellow of his college. Although to me Ingeniare (I hope) to learn things from them from time to time.
But on the other hand, all the fuss is something positive for me, although it has been so sudden, that I have caused and I jumped ... or, put another way ... I have not been silent. And that's an achievement. However
day has not ended there. My parents and I were going in the car down the street and saw Almagro in Madrid two mobility agents (who are not cops, eh!) Were very slow and talking to each bike to bike. Suddenly, and while we were going to far enough, one of them stopped short to warn a van ... and we almost swallow it. So we, going to hand, told him that because he had not signaled it would stop.
Then, the cool-illiterate one was inside, the other not, was more polite, we were stopped by bad manners to fine us because my father was not wearing a seat belt (even though it already happened before our height and not told us anything), which was true, but that when he served as a cover for their recklessness behind the wheel, turning the tables and showing his arrogance simply by wearing a uniform.
asshole While checking the data, the peer educator told us that, according to the rules, they were not required to signal with flashing if they would stop. I understand that I can in an emergency situation (chasing someone, for example), but not always. So if that standard is, is crazy.
But at least, after all, a taxi driver who had seen everything we were right in that they were doing wrong and gave us your details and your phone number in case we needed a witness to challenge the fine. Anyway ... that, unless this whole situation ... a bad feeling and incredible anger at the abuse of authority.
So, you see, one day completito.
Oh, one thing: the title of this post is a tribute to a book by Quim Monzo if not translated into Castilian, and is called "Phew, va dir ell." I commend the author, writing in La Vanguardia (in the newspaper like the Sunday) and now I'm reading a funny book of short stories, I'm reading it in Catalan, for something I had to have lived the longest serving a year in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhich is called "tot perquè of plegat" (The why of things). This if it is in Castilian (editorial Anagram). So what you suggest.
Besos.
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