If things go right, this will be my last exam session ever, and tomorrow’s exam will be the last one I ever take in my life. I’m probably supposed to celebrate the occasion by doing something spectacular. However, for the time being I crave for some completely normal things that I simply cannot do right now. Therefore, I am compiling a short list, more for myself than for others, of stuff I want to do after I’m a free man:
- Spend one night completely destroying myself with alcohol
- Burn (some of) my class notes
- Eat 4 cans of Heinz beans in tomato sauce in a row – done; not in a row, but I decided I love my stomach too much to lose it on something shitty like that.
- Work on my blog
- See Russell Crowe in yet another gladiator-like role – done; I’ll write about that horrible experience soon
- Spend a whole day doing absolutely nothing. At all – halfway done; there hasn’t been a day in which I didn’t go out for at least an hour, but I kind of don’t find the idea of staying in bed 24/7 that exciting anymore.
- Cook something fancy, difficult, and time-consuming
- Clean my room – done; it was the first thing I did after the exams, while I was still high on Red Bull
- Run in the gym until I pass out
It’s 4:20 in the morning. The sunrise is slowly approaching, which should normally drown the sky in a darker shade of blue. I say normally, because the volcanic ash in the stratosphere has really been fooling around with the morning sunlight lately. You can’t really see it during the day, but there is a specific moment right before the big guy pops up when the heavens really ignite in a mixture of dark red and black. Having read so much about the end of the world and beyond, I think this is what it would looks like. The perfect apocalyptic sky.
The streets are deserted. Nobody in their right mind would walk around at that hour. Hah, what does that make me in the end? I wonder…
Sometimes a cab passes by and breaks the silence, as if to remind me that I’m not in a ghost town. It achieves nothing but the opposite. Once the last echo of the engine sinks inside the concrete world around, the contrast only reinforces the odd lack of sound on the streets.
It’s easy to forget you are on the seaside when you cannot smell the sea. You don’t really need to see it to know it’s there. My mother is from a city on the seaside. It doesn’t matter if you are walking on the sand or in the other end of town. You can smell the sea everywhere. It’s a specific mixture of salt and seaweed, distinct but not exactly unpleasant. You don’t smell that here. Perhaps because of that absence, the sea gull flying above me seems to be as much of a stranger in this town as I am. It can choose to fly away whenever and wherever it wishes, while I’m stuck on the sidewalk, perfectly knowing where I’m coming from and where I’m headed. Home, but not home. The English language, as rich as it may be, is infinitely crippled by not having a distinct word for “just the place you live in.”
It’s a strange place. The sun is getting closer, and the brightness increases, but the contrast stays the same. But I suppose the lack of colors nicely matches the lack of sound. Any other combination would seem out of place. How can you not get philosophical in a world like that?
Everyone wants to be happy. That’s a universal goal that should sit above all goals. But universal does not mean constant. Sometimes you want to spend a moment alone and drift along the shades of gray in your mind. Nobody should try to take away those moments from you. The perfect lonely morning.
Good morning.
I seem to have too much time and no life. No, I seem to have too much work hanging over my head, so I’m constantly looking for excuses not to work. This is how it usually goes with people I guess. Anyway, I started fooling around with Adobe Flash and Adobe Fireworks CS3. I decided to draw myself first, and after that I started changing clothes and accessories. A good friend of mine told me (well, she pretty much insulted me in my book) that I look like Sheldon Cooper in the original drawing. I beg to fucking differ. Unless you are a horny hot chick that likes Sheldon Cooper. In that case I can be your Sheldon Fucking Cooper of any fucking body else that you would like me to be. As Courage the cowardly dog puts it, “the things I do for love!” Anyway, the purpose of this post is also to test the gallery feature in WordPress as well as to make up for my lack of (poetic) inspiration lately. I haven’t really been out much these days, nor have I used my brain, so I am in a total creativity drought. Therefore, I am posting this to keep my MILLIONS OF FANS entertained until my dick gets inspired to write something here again. Yes, I write with my penis. Can you deal with that? See, every time I don’t know what to write, I write something profane like that. It’s so tasteless, but it works for me.
Anyway, I plan to draw more cartoons of myself at some point when I’m bored. I will upload them here again, and I will find a way to announce that the post has been updated. I don’t know what other roles I will take on in the next drawings, but I assume I will end up as a cook or a professional gigolo at some point. If you have any requests you can leave them in the comments field. I’ll make sure I ignore them thoroughly.
Update: I added the cook today as promised.
