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I can't decide whether to keep writing here or not. I miss writing, I really do. I just can't make up my mind how much I want to share on here, since I don't have enough friends on LJ for it to be any point to make it friends only. And I totally do over-use the pronoun "I". Well, well. Things to work on.
Sitting here with a large cup of ceylon, trying to finish my final essay for the course I'm taking. It's been one of the greatest courses ever. It's called Language in an Online and Mobile world and have dealt with questions about electronically mediated communication and how it changes the ways we communicate with eachother. This course has made me even more sure of that I want to work with human communication. Some people (maybe even myself) through the years have thought of me as creative, but in fact I am much more of the analytic observer. People-watching is my preferred choice of pastime. Many have marveled over that I'm neither a film nor a book person, you're supposed to be either or. I'm not that keen on books (though I love written language (fuck, I'm such a nerd)) and there are few films that I reallyreally enjoy. No, I'd much rather just sit on a square in the center of the town, watching people. The way they walk, the clothes they wear, but most of all, how they interact with each other and their environment. Hours of fun!
Did I tell you I finally found a flat? The move is on Saturday. I am totally excited about it, but most of all I'm stressed about it. It'll be fine though. Things usually will. It's a gorgeous little flat with a large balcony with a view over the city! Spring can't come soon enough. I will turn the balcony quite green with lots of plants and flowers. I can't wait for the first warm spring evening, that balcony is made for a glass of wine and nice company.
November soon. It's been an eventful year since last November. I had the best week ever when I went to stay with sweet Julia (I miss you!), but when I came back I realized that my life wasn't what I wanted it to be even though I had changed so many things in the right direction. Doubts started to grow, major changes were made. And here I am a year later, single. Moving to a flat of my own, feeling generally quite good about things. What will happen with us no one knows, but until then we have to keep on being as happy as we possibly can. Anything else would be utterly pointless.
Sitting here with a large cup of ceylon, trying to finish my final essay for the course I'm taking. It's been one of the greatest courses ever. It's called Language in an Online and Mobile world and have dealt with questions about electronically mediated communication and how it changes the ways we communicate with eachother. This course has made me even more sure of that I want to work with human communication. Some people (maybe even myself) through the years have thought of me as creative, but in fact I am much more of the analytic observer. People-watching is my preferred choice of pastime. Many have marveled over that I'm neither a film nor a book person, you're supposed to be either or. I'm not that keen on books (though I love written language (fuck, I'm such a nerd)) and there are few films that I reallyreally enjoy. No, I'd much rather just sit on a square in the center of the town, watching people. The way they walk, the clothes they wear, but most of all, how they interact with each other and their environment. Hours of fun!
Did I tell you I finally found a flat? The move is on Saturday. I am totally excited about it, but most of all I'm stressed about it. It'll be fine though. Things usually will. It's a gorgeous little flat with a large balcony with a view over the city! Spring can't come soon enough. I will turn the balcony quite green with lots of plants and flowers. I can't wait for the first warm spring evening, that balcony is made for a glass of wine and nice company.
November soon. It's been an eventful year since last November. I had the best week ever when I went to stay with sweet Julia (I miss you!), but when I came back I realized that my life wasn't what I wanted it to be even though I had changed so many things in the right direction. Doubts started to grow, major changes were made. And here I am a year later, single. Moving to a flat of my own, feeling generally quite good about things. What will happen with us no one knows, but until then we have to keep on being as happy as we possibly can. Anything else would be utterly pointless.