I’m sitting on a chair, it’s 11:38, Saturday morning, it pours outside and I’m here warmed up because I’m still wearing my pjs. The phone rings, I rush to another room to answer it, and think “I need to fix my room’s phone” yet I know that won’t happen, or at least not soon.

I start wondering what I’ll write here, maybe you want to know about me, maybe you don’t but you’re reading this anyway. I suck at telling people how I am, I think it’s better if they find out by themselves but some clues are:

I love blogging, but sometime I just don’t have the time, or I can say it in 140 or less, so I tweet it. I study Social Communication and Journalism in Medellín, Colombia. I love to sing and play the basse. In fact, I have a band called The Twitts, we met on twitter.com. I also sing for my University’s Choir.

I read what I’ve written so far, I think it sucks, I read it again, I love it. I fix some things, put some commas, take away some commas, ask myself whether I should put more info or not. I decide to leave it like that, at least for now. It stops raining outside so suddenly that I miss the sound of the droplets on my window. I post this and take a bath.

Oh yea, by the way, this is me: