'I always wanted to be a doctor, instead, I can do this.'
In memory of and to dignify Quentin Tarantino's Planet Terror and sweet Cherry Darling's useless talent number 66 (because many of us wish we had it), and of course to give way to my so very pathetic little being:
One of those 100 - no, let's make that 1000, because life can be awefully boring - little random things you should do at least once in your life before you die:
Run the streets of the place where you life in winter, at night, and kick the snow off the heaps. And if there's enough snow then roll around in it. Make a stupid snow-angel in a place where it certainly doesn't belong.
Be carefree. Scream, shout, LAUGH, and if you get the chance do it all again.
I did it just a couple of minutes ago. Just coming back from a visit to my sister. We (my other sister, my mother and me) gave her her Christmas presents, had some celebrations, got presents, good food, and a fair amount of drink. I never got along too well with her, but now that I don't see her that much, I miss her. The circle of life. I went home a little earlier to look after Luke (the dog) and my father.
Also, excuse the mistakes in this entry; alcohol is a foe to grammar and ortography.
I recall doing the snow-thing the first time after having grown into something comparable to a young adult.
We came back from a friend's birthday party - I can't recall how old she had become, but I know exactly who it was. She had organized for a group-taxi to bring us home, and at the end there were only two guys from my class and me and the girl who used to be something akin to my best friend. I was nearly home and somehow we all decided to get out. I lived in the middle of a rather steep street and it was truly in the middle of winter. And against all odds we had lots of fresh new powdery snow. We spent hours rolling down the street; it was late so there were hardly any cars. We had a snowball fight. Alltogether it was one the most carefree and amazing nights of my life, no matter what I have experienced later on, it's something I will remember and treasure forever.
What I want to say: be carefree. Allow yourself to run free time and again. Don't mind what others may think of you. Be wild and crazy and random. Shut down your common sense.
Huge full moon tonight.
And also, as we're already talking Planet Terror, I wrote C. a mail, about that I'd like to see her again some time soon-ish, preferably before the performance. I'm dying, really, I wish I was more of a 'want? then say it and take it person'. I wish I was more of that person that I pretend to be whenever I'm with people I like.
One of those 100 - no, let's make that 1000, because life can be awefully boring - little random things you should do at least once in your life before you die:
Run the streets of the place where you life in winter, at night, and kick the snow off the heaps. And if there's enough snow then roll around in it. Make a stupid snow-angel in a place where it certainly doesn't belong.
Be carefree. Scream, shout, LAUGH, and if you get the chance do it all again.
I did it just a couple of minutes ago. Just coming back from a visit to my sister. We (my other sister, my mother and me) gave her her Christmas presents, had some celebrations, got presents, good food, and a fair amount of drink. I never got along too well with her, but now that I don't see her that much, I miss her. The circle of life. I went home a little earlier to look after Luke (the dog) and my father.
Also, excuse the mistakes in this entry; alcohol is a foe to grammar and ortography.
I recall doing the snow-thing the first time after having grown into something comparable to a young adult.
We came back from a friend's birthday party - I can't recall how old she had become, but I know exactly who it was. She had organized for a group-taxi to bring us home, and at the end there were only two guys from my class and me and the girl who used to be something akin to my best friend. I was nearly home and somehow we all decided to get out. I lived in the middle of a rather steep street and it was truly in the middle of winter. And against all odds we had lots of fresh new powdery snow. We spent hours rolling down the street; it was late so there were hardly any cars. We had a snowball fight. Alltogether it was one the most carefree and amazing nights of my life, no matter what I have experienced later on, it's something I will remember and treasure forever.
What I want to say: be carefree. Allow yourself to run free time and again. Don't mind what others may think of you. Be wild and crazy and random. Shut down your common sense.
Huge full moon tonight.
And also, as we're already talking Planet Terror, I wrote C. a mail, about that I'd like to see her again some time soon-ish, preferably before the performance. I'm dying, really, I wish I was more of a 'want? then say it and take it person'. I wish I was more of that person that I pretend to be whenever I'm with people I like.