dribble
There are so many things happening every day that I could write about and would write about even to myself only, even if no one ever wanted to read it and then it always pops to my head when I am far way from a computer, so I write it in my head and then I am wondering why no one ever responds to me... I swear I haven't touched pot in a long time now, not talking about any other mind altering substances...
I have found my emo diary I used to write when I was 16 and I nearly died laughing, reading that was better than drugs. Thank god no one ever read it (:
It would be so good to go back to that time, at least for a while (: none of that work nonsense, responsibility, bills, flat tyres, bank interest rates (well, that was never part of my life, unless we're talking the interest on what I borrowed), an angry psycho neighbour...
It may be a time to move out very soon. Or they will throw us out of the flat. We can't walk in shoes or talk louder without police being called or nasty notes glued to the door as a Monday Good Morning message... this woman is mental, I feel like punching her straight in her big nose!
Moving out from there would be good if it happened around August time, that would help me solve quite an awkward situation of trying to keep my job as long as possible and planning to come back to the uk before the academic year. And my job actually starts to be interesting now, ah the irony! I've just been on my first business trip to Riga, Latvia. I can see how people find it tirying if too much travel is involved, but once in a while is totally pleasant. It was rather hectic as it involved a trip Innsbruck-München - Gatwick - Brighton -4h traffic jam - London for 3h - Brighton- Gatwick - München - Riga -Hamburg - München - Innsbruck in 4 days! Still, I liked it. Bring on more!
And I am slowly realising that I will miss this place when I'll leave, I wish I could cut out this bit of landscape and stick it on the map of the UK, somewhere close to London and the coast. Or I could have a supersonic travelling vehicle. Or can I just teleport, please.
ok. less dribble, more work!
I have found my emo diary I used to write when I was 16 and I nearly died laughing, reading that was better than drugs. Thank god no one ever read it (:
It would be so good to go back to that time, at least for a while (: none of that work nonsense, responsibility, bills, flat tyres, bank interest rates (well, that was never part of my life, unless we're talking the interest on what I borrowed), an angry psycho neighbour...
It may be a time to move out very soon. Or they will throw us out of the flat. We can't walk in shoes or talk louder without police being called or nasty notes glued to the door as a Monday Good Morning message... this woman is mental, I feel like punching her straight in her big nose!
Moving out from there would be good if it happened around August time, that would help me solve quite an awkward situation of trying to keep my job as long as possible and planning to come back to the uk before the academic year. And my job actually starts to be interesting now, ah the irony! I've just been on my first business trip to Riga, Latvia. I can see how people find it tirying if too much travel is involved, but once in a while is totally pleasant. It was rather hectic as it involved a trip Innsbruck-München - Gatwick - Brighton -4h traffic jam - London for 3h - Brighton- Gatwick - München - Riga -Hamburg - München - Innsbruck in 4 days! Still, I liked it. Bring on more!
And I am slowly realising that I will miss this place when I'll leave, I wish I could cut out this bit of landscape and stick it on the map of the UK, somewhere close to London and the coast. Or I could have a supersonic travelling vehicle. Or can I just teleport, please.
ok. less dribble, more work!