Olá! Venho aqui mais uma vez contar os fatos decorridos nesses nove dias, já vou avisando que nada de muito importante aconteceu, as coisas continuam nas mesmas, dormir tarde, academia, PC... Essas coisas de sempre (x.x). Agora o jeito é ficar uma semana de molho já que jogos agora somente quando o brasileirão começar, devido à falta de UM TIME...
Sexta teve a comemoração do aniversário da Millene, cervejada como de praxe exceto pelo bar ser uma espelunca e a cerveja ser ruim, mas depois da quinta elas tem o mesmo gosto (xD) hihihihi. O fato não muito agradável foi na hora de deitar já que tudo estava girando e ficou praticamente impossível de dormir (¬¬’) até aí estava tudo bem, até no que no dia seguinte minha sogra me liga dizendo que o meu excelentíssimo namorado tinha sofrido um acidente de carro, mas já tratou de me acalmar dizendo que nada havia acontecido exceto por um amigo nosso que se cortou e precisou levar 7 pontos, sim eles estavam alcoolizados o pior de tudo isso é que no fim do ano passado perdemos um amigo que estava dirigindo alcoolizado, só que de no caso dele ele estava indo para o trabalho e de moto (=/), mas espero que isso sirva de lição pra eles e que eles pensem mais no que fazem e que tudo isso não passe apenas daqueles sustos momentâneos e tal.
Ontem fui ao cinema com o amoguéco assistir 10.000 A.C, o filme é bem legal até, mas não me encantou tanto quanto Juno (xD), só pra constar quinta passada completamos 1 ano e 2 meses.
Cortei meu cabelo e mudei o jeito da minha franja, no estilo Aline Moraes só que um pouco mais curto, já que eu estou tentando deixa-lo crescer algo bem difícil, já que eu tenho mania de tirar praticamente 1 palmo quando vou ao salão (u.u).
Enfim... como hoje eu não tenho muito o que dizer vou encerrar meu post com alguns prints do primeiro trabalho em stop-motion do gênio Tim Burton entitulado Vincent, que conta a história de Vincent Malloy um garoto de sete anos que sonha em ser como Vincent Price.


Vincent Malloy is seven years old,
He's always polite and does what he's told.
For a boy his age he's considerate and nice,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.





He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cat,
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats.
There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,
And wander dark hallways alone and tormented.




Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.
He likes to experiment on his dog Abacrombie,
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.




So he and his horrible zombie dog,
Could go searching for victims in the London fog.
His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime,
He likes to paint and read to pass the time.




While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale,
He read a passage that made him turn pale.




Such horrible news he could not survive,
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.




His mother sent Vincent off to his room,
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom.
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life,
Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife.




While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,
Vincent's mother suddenly burst into the room.
"If you want to you can go outside and play.
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."




Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak,
The years of isolation had made him quite weak.
So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen,
"I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again."




His mother said, "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead.
These games that you play are all in your head.
You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy.
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy."

"You're seven years old, and you're my son,
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall,
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.




The room started to sway, to shiver and creak.
His horrid insanity had reached its peak.




He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.




She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands.
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,
Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams.

To escape the madness, he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.




His voice was soft and very slow,
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe,
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted - Nevermore!"

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