I feel like I should write something.
It's not as though I had much to say these days, but since I've spent every single day on that stupid computer in order to prepare several things for the university (...of education - haha) and since this has got me more aggressive each day because computers do drive me crazy I should spend at least a few minutes write something - being productive in a creative kind of way and when I write "creative" I mean creative faaaaaar beyond lesson or exam preparation. Creative as in writing. Creative writing, of course! What else?!
I've just got a little practice for my reading session. Delightful thing. At least I wasn't reading to myself again. Too often I sit in front of that grrrrr-thingie here, reading some pages, wondering what it might sound like if I read them out loud... and sometimes I even find myself reading them out loud, knowing that my sister (and nobody else! How pathetic!) won't listen to me, even though she is in the same room. But each time that I do... I find myself again and I know that all I want to do for the rest of my life is being creative. Let's not stick to one thing as music or literature! Just being creative.
"Find that thing that makes you like nobody else" Gerry said (P.S. I love you) when he wanted his wife to live on... don't know why I remember that. Anyway, what I'm doing now is just writing what comes to my mind. Pretty crazy, isn't it? Oh sh...ooot, that sounds very American. I have to get back. Back to the British English. How else could I read out Mister Morrison in an authentic way?!
And maybe I should even get back to work. Work on some stuff for the university (...of education). But I'm afraid I'll get mad in front of this square box that makes my eyes tired. Sports would be awesome now...
hm...,
in fact... it is awesome now.
Quick decision.
I'll go now.
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