…is lost! But since a large group of people (4 max) have borderline molested me to get back to writing on my poor, neglected, possibly gone homicidal blog, I finally gave in, yet because of the fact that my muse is only alive during the days of pain and suffering that my beloved university offers, I had to wait until the best effing holiday of my life ended. Yes, the absolute best, the boss of all holidays. It is true that the days in Paris are eternally etched upon my soul as the best possible experience (at least one you can share with your best friends), but a care-free summer spent on the timeless streets of Florence and afterwards, on the beaches, boulevards and in the works of art of Barcelona really takes the whole concept of holiday to a new level. I wanted to write an in-depth article about Barcelona and I probably will one day when the melancholy will overcome me and drive me to tears, but there is just so much to say and so much to explain that I am afraid the Internet might overflow. See, in my obvious laziness I am only thinking about the greater good of the world. Still, perhaps one day…
Considering the fact that lately I’ve only written reviews, I will use this break from mind-boggling C/UNIX (my fellow victims know what I am talking about) to write a post which describes neither movie nor novel, at least not in extreme detail.
This is a post from the past, sort of. I wrote it on Sunday, but due to a system block, I thought I would lose the text and I copy-pasted it in note-pad, after which I copy-pasted it back. It looked like crap, and it really didn’t help with the reading. So I re-wrote it. Now, because I liked how it initially turned out, I wrote it exactly the same, retyping after the old one. If there are mistakes, it’s because I utterly HATE re-typing, I can never follow the line correctly.
On a sadder tone today, because yesterday I found out that my best friend, Anna, isn’t feeling that well, actually, she might be looking at medical treatment and bed rest for a couple of weeks and my heart is crying each second I think about how unfair and terrible it is. My best hopes go to you, my dear, and that goes for all of us. My post will be about change, what it means, how it manifests itself, and why sometimes, we need to stop fighting it.
Recently, something utterly embarrassing has occurred to me. Probably one of the most horrifyingly embarrassing things in the last year or so. While I was sitting around, minding my own business, I get a message on my Yahoo Messenger. Just for the record, I absolutely despise Yahoo Messenger, though I’ve been using it for years. I guess it is a bit lame and redundant to complain about a free service, but it is a soul crusher and it has caused me so much anger in the past years, I couldn’t care less about the fact that it is free. Free pain and disgust.
