Mucus Increases Before Menstruation

It's never too late

me writhing stomach to think about college, or rather me twisting my stomach to think that I am about to graduate in Italian language, I finally realized that they are not brought to the language and that language is just a waste of time for my future, I have no talent for linguistic analysis, I resent the illusion that I have tried to make my study more scientifically possible degree in Italian language rather than something more feasible as a thesis compilation of Italian literature. However
... I am very happy with the work that will be contained in my thesis, not ditching all my past ... I just realized that life does not want to be a linguist, and the linguist is not a profession that suits me, I'm a creative, dynamic, linguistics is a strict scientific field that has affected my spirit and my torn life in the past year. I did not do nothing but think of that, I had nothing but the language, and every Saturday night just to forget I'm a boring student of linguistics in the hope of speaking I drank at least a drunk in the proper order.
not consider myself ignorant, a person can certainly analyze the linguistic level on a diastratic (membership a social class according to the way you talk), but .... But ... But there's no, to hell with the language, to hell with the working surface language, and the burning the damn semantics.
How did I miss so dramatic, my talent is to analyze the words, but in the season every conversation with a good dose of bullshit, jokes, metaphors, similes and bizarre grammatical errors.
not only with the axis diastratic you measure a man is not what matters in life.
I was a good amateur graphic, now has become perhaps the time to become a truly professional graphic designer, the only way in which I and all my old friends recognize a great talent. I'm talking about old friends in Florence since I never got to express myself properly, studies have stifled my creative genius, the burning linguistics.

However this discipline has characterized an important part of my life, was the sense of those days who had lost color, a month of June when I lost pounds and was smoking like a chimney ... perhaps this is also the reason why now I'm just about to graduate in Italian language, to close the circle, forever.
Linguistics: love and hate. Tomorrow

Australia at full blast, a juicy while ignoring the word "language", bastaaa
and in any event, one of the main proposals for which are here in Australia is to find inspiration, far from routine in recent years.