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| Interesting, it seems I still had a Xanga page. If it wasn't for the random messages from scam sites, I would've forgotten all about it.
17th of September 2009
So the university didn't work out after all. I spent two years being unhappy with what I did, one of which alongside a wonderful girl. Well, in the end that too turned out to be less wonderful than initially thought.
I've started a new study at the Faculty of International Communications, studying Spanish. And for the first time in three years, I feel at home. I'm finally comfortable with what I do and I think this is -it- at last.
A lot has happened these past years. Most has been a journey about self discovery and some was about my arm again. My arm isn't fixed yet and so far I've had about 16 surgeries. The final one is coming up though.
Perhaps I'll write more later, perhaps I won't!!
<3
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| 23:33 PM Monday
It's been little over a week since my last post and I still have some sore
spots from the fall off the stairs. Last weekend I had a friend over and
we did magic mushrooms with three of us. That shit was crazy... Friend
of mine had a major inward journey. He kept acting like this little kid or,
maybe a better word for it; a monkey. At some point we began to ac-
tually worry about him... "Oh oh.... I think we broke him..."
He turned out fine at the end though, so no worries.
I decided to change my study. Currently I'm studying at an Academy of
Arts, but I want to go to the university here to study Arts & Culture.
There are quite some interesting careers I can pursue with that... Hehe,
I could even become a professor at a university.
Anyway, I'll post more of my ramblings later.
B.
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| 1:56 AM Monday
Today was a bit of a drag. I left my parent's house to go back home. Normally a 3 hour trip
from door to door. Today however, it took me 7 hours... When I arrived at the train station
I saw that there were no trains leaving or entering the station to due work on the railroads.
First of all, why the fuck would you go work on all the railroads at the same time? Anyway,
I had to wait 30 minutes before I could take a train to a city nearby, but in the direction of
my city. It wasn't an intercity train so it stopped at every freakin' station along the way. One
of which was even in the middle of some farmland, stretching out to the horizon. As if I was
in some sort of bad movie... So I got to this city where I could finally get on one of the trains
to another city like I normally did. The switch of trains in that city went smooth as always and
I began to think this adventure was finally over. But alas, whoever is up there wasn't done
with me just yet. I arrived at the city being second last until I would reach my own. The
speakers in the train announced that this was the last stop and that travelers to the direction of
the city where I live had to continue by bus to another city to get on the train there...
At that point I actually laughed. Something snapped. With a grin on my face, I put on my sun-
glasses, so that no-one would see the depression in my eyes.
I arrived at my city 6 and a half hours after I closed the door of my parents' house. Thirty more
minutes by bus and I finally reached the door of the building I live in.
So much for the public transport. The only obstacle in the way of me crashing down on my
comfortable, blue, big, appropriate for sex, king-like couch, were 9 stair steps.
Upon reaching the 8th, I slipped. I don't remember much of the fall, but here is my theory,
based on the injuries;
As I misstepped and slipped, I turned my left side inwards so that I would land on my back
in a reflex to protect my left arm. I forgot to turn my head as well and hit my upper lip on one
of the stair steps and crashed my left shoulder on another. As I was falling down, my left knee
hit three steps on the way and in the heat of the moment I pulled a muscle in my right thigh.
When I got up, I had to climb 6 more steps to reach my couch.... At first I thought I had a
dislocated shoulder... But I think it's alright. My left knee looks like it's sprouting some sort
of egg and is sensitive as hell... Oh well, I've felt worse.
This day has finally come to an end.
B.
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| 2:36 AM Saturday
I like sleep. I love it. I wouldn't be able to do without. In fact, no-one would.
People who sleep less die younger. It's scientifically proven. However, some-
times sleep is in the way. Like when you have tons of work to do and it's
getting late, but you have to go on, because it has to be done by tomorrow?
Then you have a choice. Either work on and be completely wasted the next
morning, or go to sleep, stand up early, work some, and figure out an excuse
for the unfinished work.
Sleep let's me forget the day's worries, if there are any, or enjoy the adventures
I've had again. I'm invincible in my sleep. All my weaknesses are gone. Everthing
is perfect. I'm perfect.
I love sleep.
B.
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| 0:58 AM Friday
I'm going on an excursion to Bonn, Germany today. I hate to say 'today' when I haven't slept yet.
Generally I divide days by 'sleep' and 'awake'. If I haven't slept for two days for example, it would
still be the day I opened my eyes on when I woke up last time. It's silly......
Anyway, we're going to this museum of arts in Bonn and spend our day there. I'm not sure if we
get any assignments for it, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be boring. I don't really have much else to
report at the moment as I was free from school today (thursday). I woke up at 4 PM and forgot I
had to go to the academy to work on a drawing... Oh well.. Better luck next time.
B.
EDIT: Damnit... I overslept. I suck.
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