Lies and fun times. Would a more poetic style suit me? Thousand words a day.
I keep catching myself updating in the morning, which is, to say the least, quite an unnatural time of the day even to be awake, let alone doing something remotely productive. The nighttime thought, seemingly brilliant and often bizarre, is what I would like to record, but by the time of dawn it's often faded and grand heurecas of the midnight feel too trivial even to be thought of. So, knowing there was something important I needed to let out but having no clue what it might have been, I begin my day.
Yesterday evening in Mellunmäki was... comfortable. Cake was good, the movie (From Hell, seen that once before but watched with a whole new perspective now, after reading the comic) was good and the people - well, they were good too. Few times I did notice I was babbling some incomprehensible trash just to make others laugh and to gain their attention, which, as a relatively new habit, keeps irritating me to no end, but I suppose I managed not to hurt anyone's feelings. Social behavior is innate, right, so it cannot be too hard. Right? And oh, one might also assume that getting home from a friend's place wouldn't be amongst the things considered 'hard' either, but Errare Humanum Est. When agreeing to walk to Kontula with arkangeli, I had no idea how late it was and, more importantly, no idea that the last bus would be splashing water on our feet while cruising down the street before me and J would or could reach the stop.
Here's me lying to you (o' honored readers) with a straight face. The bus wasn't actually the last. Only tragedy here is us waiting for an hour and a half for the late night line to come, and having to pay a bit more for the ride. Walking home from Sörnäinen might also be considered a bit unpleasant (since J had lost my umbrella earlier that day), but it's something we could've been forced to do had we been there two hours earlier and doesn't therefore add to the misery. No drunk people bothered us on our way home. It's these little things we should be thankful for.
Today I shall pass over the free ticket to an amusement park and a chance to socialize for babysitting my cousins while their parents get away for a weekend. My aunt and her husband have a really nice house and a fridge always full of delicacies. While the kids are running around with their friends, I may also have an opportunity to make advances to my very gracious Statistical Methods for Psychology, the new acquaintance I keep talking about. Especially his parts related to analysis of variance interest me greatly.
In addition, it seems to me that worldsong's suggestion is one worth considering. I could manage some thousand words a day.
I've been considering finding some magic of my own. Also considering re-writing this entry, but in the end deciding that wouldn't be expedient.
Yesterday evening in Mellunmäki was... comfortable. Cake was good, the movie (From Hell, seen that once before but watched with a whole new perspective now, after reading the comic) was good and the people - well, they were good too. Few times I did notice I was babbling some incomprehensible trash just to make others laugh and to gain their attention, which, as a relatively new habit, keeps irritating me to no end, but I suppose I managed not to hurt anyone's feelings. Social behavior is innate, right, so it cannot be too hard. Right? And oh, one might also assume that getting home from a friend's place wouldn't be amongst the things considered 'hard' either, but Errare Humanum Est. When agreeing to walk to Kontula with arkangeli, I had no idea how late it was and, more importantly, no idea that the last bus would be splashing water on our feet while cruising down the street before me and J would or could reach the stop.
Here's me lying to you (o' honored readers) with a straight face. The bus wasn't actually the last. Only tragedy here is us waiting for an hour and a half for the late night line to come, and having to pay a bit more for the ride. Walking home from Sörnäinen might also be considered a bit unpleasant (since J had lost my umbrella earlier that day), but it's something we could've been forced to do had we been there two hours earlier and doesn't therefore add to the misery. No drunk people bothered us on our way home. It's these little things we should be thankful for.
Today I shall pass over the free ticket to an amusement park and a chance to socialize for babysitting my cousins while their parents get away for a weekend. My aunt and her husband have a really nice house and a fridge always full of delicacies. While the kids are running around with their friends, I may also have an opportunity to make advances to my very gracious Statistical Methods for Psychology, the new acquaintance I keep talking about. Especially his parts related to analysis of variance interest me greatly.
In addition, it seems to me that worldsong's suggestion is one worth considering. I could manage some thousand words a day.
I've been considering finding some magic of my own. Also considering re-writing this entry, but in the end deciding that wouldn't be expedient.