The only time I don't wish I were six feet tall is walking home from work. There's a bridge and it's windy from the cars rushing by and I think if I was taller, there'd be blood soaking into the nice velvety soccer field grass below.
I've signed the lease and am thinking about getting a cat. Budgeting. Cats are expensive. Need to figure out how to keep it off the balcony.
I don't know. I have to rescue my turtle from my parents as well. Will a cat and a turtle get along? Will I ever be able to go on vacation ever again?
Completely failed my last two exams. Was doing really well too.
School ends in a month. Not much time.
Once, I won a game in Italian class and the prize was a Jovanotti CD burned from my teacher's iTunes. And I was always so reluctant to take things from people, when she said she'd go get it, I shook my head and said "No, it's alright," and she said, "You don't like Jovanotti?"
I love Jovanotti. I just don't like taking things. I feel weirdly guilty. I couldn't explain it though. Probably would've said something like, "I don't want to waste your time." Which is ridiculous.
I'm always amazed by people who take things like they deserve it. The free candy in office candy dishes. Their parents' money. Other people's time.
Malcolm Gladwell-esque authors are always writing shitty books titled "What Rich Kids Know" or "The Psychology of Winners" and perhaps a sense of privilege is one of those things that get you places in the world? Barf.
I always feel half stuck in some wonderful daydream where my life is excellent and there's a lot to look forward to so I am sometimes very happy and very excited when really there's nothing to be happy about actually, it's just something that happened in a daydream in my head.
The daydreams always linger. Sometimes I don't feel alone when I really am quite these days, all isolated studying and working, too tired to talk. Because I spend a lot of time daydreaming about cuddling with people I knew or know and it starts to seem real, if you don't think about it directly
the way you can see things that aren't there, if you don't look at them directly.
Anyway, that's pretty emo so here's the first Jovanotti song I ever heard:
http://youtu.be/O2RccC7UCnY
I really didn't like it at first, but it grew on me.
I miss my Italian teacher. I had her for four years and she was a great singer.
Once, on her birthday, she was sat in a restaurant when a man threw a bag over her head and threw her over his shoulder. A bunch of people pushed her into the back of a van.
They were her friends and family kidnapping her to her party.
Maybe what I need is to form more close relationships with people. I'm not terribly good at this. I get stuck in projects and hobbies for days and I don't feel any need to talk really. Talking annoys me. So much effort.
I will figure this out. When I figure this out, I will let you know.
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