My name is Jorge Israel and I consider myself a pretty shy guy, a little bit serious, and very helpful. I'm 16 years old and sometimes I get a little bit desperate for doing things right, I get all nervous if I don't deliver a homework, therefore I'm quite responsible (in a not very healthy way). I don't have too many friends, I'm not really a friendly person; but I'm very loyal, helpful, and supporting to my true friends. I'm pretty serious, I know how to be alone and being alone doesn't really bother me. I'm pretty patient and I like calm music, I also like to run from time to time. I have a round head and a very wide forehead. I have brown short hair and dark, deep brown eyes. I have a medium complexion and I think that's because of going to the gym from Monday to Saturdays. My height is about 1.80 cm. and my weight is 75 kilos; and even if I'm low weighted I think I look a bit chubby. The funniest things about me are my feet, they look like "tamales", and that's why I don't really like taking off my shoes. I guess that I could describe me as a serious, loyal, faithful kind of guy who would be pleased to help you if you're ever in trouble.
I think I could live like a mouse, because my room is so little and still I feel great inside of it. You almost can't see the white walls because of the furniture. As you enter to the room, right at your left lie the wooden twin beds (I sleep on the top) that fill at least a third part of the bedroom. This twin beds stretches to the opposite wall where there's a small window, which is hidden by a big wooden drawer with two black C.D. keepers. Next to it, adjacent to the next wall, there's a bookcase with a little bit of papers and some books; and next to this one there's a very big furniture in which we keep our T.V., our "Nintendo" and our "Sony Play Station"; on the top of this furniture we have all sorts of "Star Wars" toys (I collect them). Then, next to this drawer, as the last wall; there's a big wooden closet that stretches all throughout the wall, returning us to the very first spot we were when we enter the room. Finally in the middle of the room there's this wooden chest in which we keep all our movies and some DVD's. I love my room, I don't care its size, I feel very comfortable inside of it.
A normal weekend with my parents is pretty nice, funny and it gets better every time. On Saturdays we usually woke up early (I have to wake up earlier than the rest of them for going to the gym) and have breakfast at home, then we all take a shower and get dressed up and go out to a park, mall or attraction. We usually end up going to a mall and we buy tickets for a movie (luckily they always ask me: the movie maniac, for advice on picking the movie). Then we usually go to a restaurant for lunch and everybody share their anecdotes in lunch. After that, we go to the movies and we usually have a great time. Then, we go back home sharing our point of views of the movie. Finally, when we get home we take a glass of milk, some cookies, and we go to bed. The next day (Sunday) is a family day; we usually spend all day long at my grandfather's house. This is a pretty nice way for spending weekends and I can't wait for the next one to come.
I don't like parties anymore because of the most harsh and sad experience I ever had yet. We were in my brother's girlfriend house; she was having a party with all a bunch of people I don't really remember. My cousin was also in the party because she is a very close friend to my brother's girlfriend. We were looking at a bunch of pictures and I was waiting for one of my friends, who was also my cousin's boyfriend, to arrive to the party (because it was getting late and he hadn't showed up yet). Then, my cousin received a call on her cell phone, it was my friend; he had taken a whole bottle of pills for nervous breakdowns. Next, she began acting like crazy and a bunch of people (including my brother) left the party for going to my friend's house. I stayed with the few people who stayed at the house. Everybody began to cry and I could barely stop the tears from my eyes expecting the worse. After that, the bunch of people returned and told us that they took him to a hospital. Finally, after a week in the hospital, my friend was out of the hospital, but his parents send him to a mental institution, and I've never heard of him since. This is a terrible thing I hate to remember and I hate the fact that I miss my friend and I can't do a thing for him now.
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