sleep daze
As autumn comes, my brain turns into the same greyish mush that right now serves as the sky and does such a nice job of muting somewhat harsh sunlight and accentuate the bright colours of the foliage.
I've decided that there's no one colour of Uni, there's one for the dean's office (ugly purple mix: anxiety, fear, helplessness, frustration, impatience), the canteens [there're three of them at Ostozchenka and one at Rostokino; Old Navy (deep, comforting blue), Metro (cheerfully cherry), Persona Grata (murky brown;always a strongly smell of coffee, but too loud, boring interior and the food selection is poor) and Talk Café (almost the same but with a greenish touch, they used to make nice buns with jam there) respectively], different buildings [Rostokino is pale, slightly dirty yellow: wonderful windows with spectacular scenery but traffic is outrageously thick there; Ostozchenka is more sunny, situated in the center within walking distance from the underground station and generally more friendly] and even different teachers and their respective subjects. Too lazy to describe them all here, maybe later, but mostly it's a mix of reds, oranges and yellows - nerves, tension, interest, though today I was so sleepy I could barely make out our math teacher's worth. Mathematical analysis is not that complicated but only when you are not halfway to the land of Nod.
It's been drizzling off and on for days (god, another phrase from Unit 1 of the first year *helpless snickering*), and I've never realized before that the rain could sneak up to you on the soft and noiseless paws like a cat. [Not this one - he makes all sorts of keening noises and nobody can shut him up except Theo]
Congratulate me, I'm getting somewhere in that damned Scrabbles. Have to clean the hard disk, no place for more Naruto series left.
I've decided that there's no one colour of Uni, there's one for the dean's office (ugly purple mix: anxiety, fear, helplessness, frustration, impatience), the canteens [there're three of them at Ostozchenka and one at Rostokino; Old Navy (deep, comforting blue), Metro (cheerfully cherry), Persona Grata (murky brown;always a strongly smell of coffee, but too loud, boring interior and the food selection is poor) and Talk Café (almost the same but with a greenish touch, they used to make nice buns with jam there) respectively], different buildings [Rostokino is pale, slightly dirty yellow: wonderful windows with spectacular scenery but traffic is outrageously thick there; Ostozchenka is more sunny, situated in the center within walking distance from the underground station and generally more friendly] and even different teachers and their respective subjects. Too lazy to describe them all here, maybe later, but mostly it's a mix of reds, oranges and yellows - nerves, tension, interest, though today I was so sleepy I could barely make out our math teacher's worth. Mathematical analysis is not that complicated but only when you are not halfway to the land of Nod.
It's been drizzling off and on for days (god, another phrase from Unit 1 of the first year *helpless snickering*), and I've never realized before that the rain could sneak up to you on the soft and noiseless paws like a cat. [Not this one - he makes all sorts of keening noises and nobody can shut him up except Theo]
Congratulate me, I'm getting somewhere in that damned Scrabbles. Have to clean the hard disk, no place for more Naruto series left.