The Howling

Mmh, 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 leader and 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.

Seems like I'm going back to my musical roots and being very un-tr00 and anti-gothic because I'm listening happily to -*gasp*- Bob Marley. And Goo Goo Dolls.
But I've always loved the feeling in Marley's music, it really flows through you. And dancing to it, it's such a great feeling. Liberating somehow. You guys should try. *smiles*

And Goo Goo Dolls. Those guys I've loved ever since I first saw the Iris video back in 1998.
There was some years in between though, before I decided to find out who those guys with that absolutely amazing song were and bought the Dizzy Up The Girl album. 2000 or 2001 it was I think.
Nevertheless I became attracted to the kind of beautiful honesty about them. John (whom I somehow immediately recognized to be a good person) sang with emotion; passion and pain, and his lyrics reflected those emotions. Or the other way around.
And Robby, Robby threw in some punk attitude and sense of fun and general wackiness.
In other words: a perfect combination.

I think I should get meself their A Boy Named Goo album because I've been told it's their best. Somehow they apparently lost a bit of their edge after DUTG, but I guess that's the effect of commercialism. When you become a big name, it's never going to be the same again. Appropriately enough, the compilation album that followed DUTG was called What I Learned about Ego, Opinion, Art and Commerce. Then came Gutterflower in 2002 and after that on this year, Let Love In.
Gutterflower was a break-up album (one good example of a bittersweet break-up song: Here Is Gone), so it had some raw edge and bittersweet emotions (I am yet to hear the album as whole, though), but I hear this new one is somehow... flat.
Maybe it's the change in Johnny's voice or in his singing style, but somehow it lacks the certain element of unpredictability the previous albums had. Has the Goo Goo Dolls grown up and become safe, radio-friendly and somewhat boring? I hope not, though I have to hear more before I can make my final judgement.

Ah well. *goes back to listening to Bob Marley*