Ah, the great day in which the rest of the world doesn’t do anything special in particular, but which is still the most important day of my year has arrived! Yep, my birthday! It was last week but I was far too lazy to post on the 27th of February, so I’ll post now. It shall be a post describing the despicable first week of the new semester, containing some thoughts regarding my new age and a very important reminder about the reasons I am still torturing myself physically, emotionally and lastly, mentally in the university I hate more and more each semester.
February 2nd, 2010
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.
January 19th, 2010
Okay, so where was I? Ah, yes, we had just gotten off the train and we were heading towards the mountain cabin. This happened on a Sunday, a day when normal people leave the resort to return home. But our holiday was just starting. Because of the huge flow of leavers, the minivan we used could not go all the way up. That was when I first regretted for packing a luggage that could have been used in a time of post-apocalyptic crisis. So when we found ourselves forced to climb all the way to the top on foot, on snow and ice, between cars packed with people sliding dangerously down the slope, I tried to remain calm and optimistic. When I realized, however, that the bag I was carrying was roughly larger than me, I still tried to remain calm. By the time we reached the cabin my shoulders were just parts of my body I could not feel anymore and I had cursed most of the way up.
Posted in Life in General, People I Love |
1 Comment »
