Away, Away

"Sean: Do you have a soul mate?
Will: Define that.
Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you.
Will: Sure, I got plenty.
Sean: Well, name them.
Will: Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Conner...
Sean: Well that's great. They're all dead.
Will: Not to me, they're not.
Sean: You can't have a lot of dialogue with them.
Will: Not without a heater and some serious smelling salts."


"Will: Yeah, I went on a date last week.
Sean: How'd it go?
Will: It was good.
Sean: Going out again?
Will: I don't know.
Sean: Why not?
Will: Haven't called her.
Sean: Christ, you're an amateur.
Will: I know what I'm doing.
Sean: Yeah.
Will: Yeah. Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doin'. Yeah, but this girl is like, you know, beautiful. She's smart. She's funny. She's different from most of the other girls I've been with.
Sean: So, call her up, Romeo.
Will: Why? So I can realize she's not that smart, that she's fuckin' boring? Y'know--I mean...this girl is like fuckin' perfect right now, I don't wanna ruin that.
Sean: Maybe you're perfect right now. Maybe you don't want to ruin that. I think that's a super philosophy, Will. That way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody.
My wife used to fart when she was nervous. She had all sorts of wonderful idiosyncrasies. You know what? She used to fart in her sleep. Sorry I shared that with you. One night it was so loud it woke the dog up. She woke up and gone like "oh was that you?" I'd say yeah...I didn't have the heart to tell her...Oh God...[laughing]
Will: She woke herself up?
Sean: Yesssss. Oh Christ....aahhh, but, Will, she's been dead two years and that's the shit I remember. Wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That's what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me, too, she knew all my little peccadillos. People call these things imperfections, but they're not, aw, that's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let in to our weird little worlds. You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you're perfect for each other. That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about. Now you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot."

- Good Will Hunting

qué buena película :)

debería escribir sobre lo que hice en mis vacaciones... pero estoy muy "anti" right now. LOL
tengo mi blog y flog re abandonados ._.U

bueno... cuento lo que sé que haré hoy (?)
almuerzo at grandma's + bond + starbucks
listo. (?)


"Tuni: ay, boludaa. no sabés! me parece que vuelve el 'batik'! x_x
Sophie: qué es eso?
T: viste esas cosas con colores que hacían los hippies en las remeras que quedan como si tuviesen manchas de lavandina? bueno, eso. el otro día en una revista vi una foto de la última campaña de Paula Cahen D’anvers y la modelo tenía un jean tipo con manchas de lavandinaa D:
S: ay, pará. me parece que tenés razón. en esta revista también hay una chica con un jean así! o: qué horror. lo peor es que si se ponen de moda los vamos a ver tanto que nos van a terminar gustando :S"

ay, por dioss. esas charlas xD
no fueron esas palabras exactamente pero hablamos tres horas y mi memoria no da para acordarme con tanta accuracy n.nU

te extraño, shiksaa
fue lindo hablar por tel con voz anoche. hace mucho que no lo hacíamos o:
te quiero mucho :3
ojalá te dejen salir pronto y tu garganta mejore ^^

ya no sé qué escribir... así que me voy :B

xx,

Tuni