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darnaguenMmh, seems like I'm ill and/or just generally tired all the time nowadays.
It's like I've been sleepwalking through life lately, the time passes by so quickly and I hardly even remember what has happened during the past couple of weeks. So sorry once again to everyone for being really absent-minded and inconsiderate and generally a lousy friend.
One thing I'm proud of, though: no matter how tired or horrible I've felt, I've only missed one history class in this course. But those classes are something I really enjoy. European cultural history = love.
And the teacher is great. He's not the same grumpy old man who used to walk back and forth in front of the blackboard swearing and coughing half of the time than before, but a bit younger one whith glasses and goatee, more energetic and enthusiastic. You can tell he loves his job. :)
I can for some reason so easily imagine him in long, elaborate black or dark red scholar's robes walking around in some alchemistic laboratory in some tower chamber, reading extracts from some big dusty tomes to his apprentices. :D
I've also been thinking a lot of my possible future career. I want to go to university, that's for certain, but I'm kind of undecided between majoring in History and majoring in English. History is my passion, but English would be more profitable and I'm already translating stuff for fun anyway.
Ah well, I still have a couple of years to think about it and maybe discussing it with my career advisor (who, by the way, I just realized is my old scouts leaderand also unnecessarily hot. Funny how long it took me to make the connection in my head, considering I used to hero worship him a bit because he was always so nice to everyone and even looked after me personally when I fell ill during that one disastrous hike. But then again, it's been ten years.) and that career choosing psychologist (or whatever the heck you call them in English) with whom I have an appointment in January will help too.
Meh, there's been so much I have wanted to write about or comment, but I just haven't gotten around to do it. The Jokela thing for example, and the books I've read and the ideas I've had and whatnot.
I hate this kind of lethargic state. I wish there was snow, cold whiteness at least would be better than chilly and wet darkness which drains all the energy out of you even though it would mean I'd have to wear a third sweater indoors because it's so cold here in my flat.
Anyways, here's a song that reflects my thoughts pretty well and is also yet another reminder why I love the Goo Goo Dolls:
EDIT: Great. It's seven in the morning and I can't sleep because I slept til 6 PM because I felt so horrible. I'm still not feeling much better, though, my head and stomach are killing me. In addition to that, I'm feeling rather lonely and somehow forsaken. And unworthy as usual. Oh, woe is me. :p
Guess I have at least try to sleep, I don't want to miss the history class.
It's like I've been sleepwalking through life lately, the time passes by so quickly and I hardly even remember what has happened during the past couple of weeks. So sorry once again to everyone for being really absent-minded and inconsiderate and generally a lousy friend.
One thing I'm proud of, though: no matter how tired or horrible I've felt, I've only missed one history class in this course. But those classes are something I really enjoy. European cultural history = love.
And the teacher is great. He's not the same grumpy old man who used to walk back and forth in front of the blackboard swearing and coughing half of the time than before, but a bit younger one whith glasses and goatee, more energetic and enthusiastic. You can tell he loves his job. :)
I can for some reason so easily imagine him in long, elaborate black or dark red scholar's robes walking around in some alchemistic laboratory in some tower chamber, reading extracts from some big dusty tomes to his apprentices. :D
I've also been thinking a lot of my possible future career. I want to go to university, that's for certain, but I'm kind of undecided between majoring in History and majoring in English. History is my passion, but English would be more profitable and I'm already translating stuff for fun anyway.
Ah well, I still have a couple of years to think about it and maybe discussing it with my career advisor (who, by the way, I just realized is my old scouts leader
Meh, there's been so much I have wanted to write about or comment, but I just haven't gotten around to do it. The Jokela thing for example, and the books I've read and the ideas I've had and whatnot.
I hate this kind of lethargic state. I wish there was snow, cold whiteness at least would be better than chilly and wet darkness which drains all the energy out of you even though it would mean I'd have to wear a third sweater indoors because it's so cold here in my flat.
Anyways, here's a song that reflects my thoughts pretty well and is also yet another reminder why I love the Goo Goo Dolls:
Flat Top
Flat top intervention,
Bringin' home a new invention.
See it there in pieces on the ground.
A television war between the cynics and the saints,
Flip the dial and that's whose side you're on.
A-sleeping on the White House lawn ain't never changed a thing,
Just look at all those washed out hippie dreams.
And it's fallin' all around us.
Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us?
Fallin' all around us.
I'll turn my head off for a while.
The tabloid generation's lost,
Choking on it's fear.
Used to be that's all we had to fear.
And conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked love to speak,
There's knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street.
A visionary coward says that anger can be power
As long as there's a victim on TV.
And it's fallin' all around us.
Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us?
Fallin' all around us.
I'll turn my head off for a while.
And my dirty dreams all come alive on my TV screen.
And assasination plots show me what I haven't got,
Show me what I love, and who I'm supposed to be.
Show me everything I need.
Show it all to me.
Show it all to me.
And it's fallin' all around us.
Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us?
Fallin' all around us.
I'll turn my head off for a while...
Flat top intervention,
Bringin' home a new invention.
See it there in pieces on the ground.
A television war between the cynics and the saints,
Flip the dial and that's whose side you're on.
A-sleeping on the White House lawn ain't never changed a thing,
Just look at all those washed out hippie dreams.
And it's fallin' all around us.
Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us?
Fallin' all around us.
I'll turn my head off for a while.
The tabloid generation's lost,
Choking on it's fear.
Used to be that's all we had to fear.
And conscience keeps us quiet while the crooked love to speak,
There's knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street.
A visionary coward says that anger can be power
As long as there's a victim on TV.
And it's fallin' all around us.
Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us?
Fallin' all around us.
I'll turn my head off for a while.
And my dirty dreams all come alive on my TV screen.
And assasination plots show me what I haven't got,
Show me what I love, and who I'm supposed to be.
Show me everything I need.
Show it all to me.
Show it all to me.
And it's fallin' all around us.
Is this some kind of joke they're trying to pull on us?
Fallin' all around us.
I'll turn my head off for a while...
EDIT: Great. It's seven in the morning and I can't sleep because I slept til 6 PM because I felt so horrible. I'm still not feeling much better, though, my head and stomach are killing me. In addition to that, I'm feeling rather lonely and somehow forsaken. And unworthy as usual. Oh, woe is me. :p
Guess I have at least try to sleep, I don't want to miss the history class.
