FFMoPE: Inane Rambles Part x^n
I have ideas for vlogs but can't be arsed to film them. Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that I have not slept this week as much as I've wanted to and thus my brain has been kind of useless. Yesterday at work was pure hell (thank you college [why isn't there a more British word for "ammattikorkeakoulu" and if there is, why don't I know of it?] Christmas party on Friday) and I made it through with coffee and crackers I stole from a coworker and smuggled into the bathroom so that I could take secret naps and have secret snacks. I'm getting too old for all-nighters.
Last night I went to bed at nine, finished a book, fell asleep and finally woke up at 10.30 this morning. Well done, I'd say.
And because I've been sleep-deprived-ish, I've obviously been thinking about things (which is one of the reasons I should never sleep too little). Quite a lot of things, in fact, but I won't go into details here. I just want to point out that I obviously need to fiddle with thoughts and things for years and years before actually understanding what I'm dealing with. I don't seem to want to put unfinished work on display, or other such cliched crap. I may seem to make rash decisions but even then I've probably thought about doing so a few times before. I'm not really all that spontaneous. Not always, anyway.
I've also (apparently, I love it how I write these things down at night and go "wtf" in the morning) come up with wonderful Tetris- and London-analogies but let's just say that they probably make sense only to yours truly. I've also, apparently, drawn graphs to demonstrate these analogies. That's how exhausted I've been.
(Another observation: I think like a woman when tired and like a man when fully awake. Stereotypically.)
But yeah. I probably should work on a ton of school stuff today but hell if I'm going to. I'll just lay about, watch the presidential reception, make rude remarks on the guests' dresses and go to bed.
... Only to wake up illegally early tomorrow to go to work for nine hours. Fuck my life.
My mum sent me a picture of my dad wearing a gay sweater, red pearls around his neck and high heeled boots. Also, trousers, obviously, but they weren't all that fabulous. My folks are in Tallinn with a couple of friends at the moment, which hopefully explains his appearance.
("Oh, he went to a bar looking like that!" says mum on the phone, and dad yells in the background: "Tell her I'll see her in DTM!")
I love my parents.
And as you all might know already, Bell X1 is awsome.
23:22
(I went to bed over an hour ago, but.)
Damn, this must be some magical "Day of Revelations" or something. Or maybe it's just my head starting to fully operate again.
Observation Number Whatever: My lack of ability to react quickly to things and thoughts and feelings just might have something to do with the fact that I am a storyteller (...) and must therefore see the whole story before being able to draw any type of conclusions. The sucky part is the fact that, hello, you can't really do anything after the end in real life. Which is probably why I've never done anything but analysed the hell out of my life.
Objective: Understand life has no plot. Learn to live.
Whoo. Now I'm really going to bed.
Last night I went to bed at nine, finished a book, fell asleep and finally woke up at 10.30 this morning. Well done, I'd say.
And because I've been sleep-deprived-ish, I've obviously been thinking about things (which is one of the reasons I should never sleep too little). Quite a lot of things, in fact, but I won't go into details here. I just want to point out that I obviously need to fiddle with thoughts and things for years and years before actually understanding what I'm dealing with. I don't seem to want to put unfinished work on display, or other such cliched crap. I may seem to make rash decisions but even then I've probably thought about doing so a few times before. I'm not really all that spontaneous. Not always, anyway.
I've also (apparently, I love it how I write these things down at night and go "wtf" in the morning) come up with wonderful Tetris- and London-analogies but let's just say that they probably make sense only to yours truly. I've also, apparently, drawn graphs to demonstrate these analogies. That's how exhausted I've been.
(Another observation: I think like a woman when tired and like a man when fully awake. Stereotypically.)
But yeah. I probably should work on a ton of school stuff today but hell if I'm going to. I'll just lay about, watch the presidential reception, make rude remarks on the guests' dresses and go to bed.
... Only to wake up illegally early tomorrow to go to work for nine hours. Fuck my life.
My mum sent me a picture of my dad wearing a gay sweater, red pearls around his neck and high heeled boots. Also, trousers, obviously, but they weren't all that fabulous. My folks are in Tallinn with a couple of friends at the moment, which hopefully explains his appearance.
("Oh, he went to a bar looking like that!" says mum on the phone, and dad yells in the background: "Tell her I'll see her in DTM!")
I love my parents.
And as you all might know already, Bell X1 is awsome.
Click to view23:22
(I went to bed over an hour ago, but.)
Damn, this must be some magical "Day of Revelations" or something. Or maybe it's just my head starting to fully operate again.
Observation Number Whatever: My lack of ability to react quickly to things and thoughts and feelings just might have something to do with the fact that I am a storyteller (...) and must therefore see the whole story before being able to draw any type of conclusions. The sucky part is the fact that, hello, you can't really do anything after the end in real life. Which is probably why I've never done anything but analysed the hell out of my life.
Objective: Understand life has no plot. Learn to live.
Whoo. Now I'm really going to bed.