The rest of the sun belongs to me?.....no, really?
Mmmm it's late and I should sleep but I can't. I kinda need to update/rant/vent/whossits name.
To put things short, most stuff I've done lately revolve around me being lazy. I did manage to go see the Testament/Kreator/Doro/Axxis/Helloween gig I was talking about and yes, it did rock my world; I also went to a medieval festival, but I was a bit disappointed in it - last year was so much better.
The thing I'd like to get out of my system is another one though. Let's just start in the form of a story, as most of what I write here these days is. I have been looking for something to hold my interest and captivate me for some time and I thought I'd find it this time in the form of a theater group, of which I was persuaded to enter after I've seen some foreign people in it (through the organization that funds this shit etc. etc) And really I was excited, although I would have to bear with and old friend of mine who is...well, slightly annoying, to put it mildly.
Well really the point I was trying to make before sleep goes away is that...I was disappointed. Am I really the only teenager who doesn't see the act of getting drunk as his or her purpose in life? I mean yes, you drink to lose inhibitions and do something you've never dreamt of doing while sober, yes, you drink to forget for a bit all the shit around you, yes, dozens of other motives but... you don't drink just for the sake of it and surely you don't spend most of your (British I might mention) money on our piss-poor Romanian excuse for spirits. And with that, I do declare that my fear of losing faith in the more civilized world, ergo the Western part of Europe, grew considerably with this. Because really, if something like that does happen in the next 2 years I am probably as good as dead as a rational human being. The hope of finding a nook somewhere in a Western Europe college for myself, especially somewhere in the UK, is one of the few things keeping me sane trough high-school.
...crap am I bitter or what? In the end turns out teenagers are teenagers everywhere. Of course, I myself pump some alcohol in my system from time to time, so I'm not one to talk probably but...ah I guess you get the idea, O Nothingness of my LJ. They could have it all, but why are they so stupid?
Not so much love atm, me.
Ps. I really, really need a guy or I will soon die either of emotional or sexual frustration. Prefferably a good-looking, intellectual one. Asking too much, amirite or what?
To put things short, most stuff I've done lately revolve around me being lazy. I did manage to go see the Testament/Kreator/Doro/Axxis/Helloween gig I was talking about and yes, it did rock my world; I also went to a medieval festival, but I was a bit disappointed in it - last year was so much better.
The thing I'd like to get out of my system is another one though. Let's just start in the form of a story, as most of what I write here these days is. I have been looking for something to hold my interest and captivate me for some time and I thought I'd find it this time in the form of a theater group, of which I was persuaded to enter after I've seen some foreign people in it (through the organization that funds this shit etc. etc) And really I was excited, although I would have to bear with and old friend of mine who is...well, slightly annoying, to put it mildly.
Well really the point I was trying to make before sleep goes away is that...I was disappointed. Am I really the only teenager who doesn't see the act of getting drunk as his or her purpose in life? I mean yes, you drink to lose inhibitions and do something you've never dreamt of doing while sober, yes, you drink to forget for a bit all the shit around you, yes, dozens of other motives but... you don't drink just for the sake of it and surely you don't spend most of your (British I might mention) money on our piss-poor Romanian excuse for spirits. And with that, I do declare that my fear of losing faith in the more civilized world, ergo the Western part of Europe, grew considerably with this. Because really, if something like that does happen in the next 2 years I am probably as good as dead as a rational human being. The hope of finding a nook somewhere in a Western Europe college for myself, especially somewhere in the UK, is one of the few things keeping me sane trough high-school.
...crap am I bitter or what? In the end turns out teenagers are teenagers everywhere. Of course, I myself pump some alcohol in my system from time to time, so I'm not one to talk probably but...ah I guess you get the idea, O Nothingness of my LJ. They could have it all, but why are they so stupid?
Not so much love atm, me.
Ps. I really, really need a guy or I will soon die either of emotional or sexual frustration. Prefferably a good-looking, intellectual one. Asking too much, amirite or what?