I am all Sunshine and rainbows again. I got up an hour later than I planned to, but I didn't mind it. Wouldn't be the first time when my planning goes down the drain.If it had gone all according to plan, I wouldn't study for chemistry right now nor would I think about what to write to my Physics teacher. And my to-do lists would have physical forms. Oh well.
Either I have just been with too busy with my own thoughts or it really appears that now suddenly, a bunch of authors and poets appear? Not to mention that I actually figured that it would be time to brush up on my writing skills for it seems like ages since I last wrote something(though it probably has been no more than two weeks if we don't count the scene writing I did for the German project), But I did write something indeed, although it means that I have now more stuff to look over and fix. Though I am rather pleased with the last part so I shall just keep on busying myself with shaping a proper dialogue and sentences that should go together with it. And I managed to write down two scenes, one being thought up completely on the spot and the other one just being a challenge of not referring to anyone in particular, for two stories, plot bunnies or whatever you may call it, which I haven't dealt with for a long time. And I wrote six words for that one story in estonian, to keep my editor happy(whom I required by chance, really). He was not exactly pleased, because those words did not reveal anything of importance. How I love annoying people like that.
I have a hole in the wall of my room. I have no idea how it got there and I have no idea why I haven't asked my parents about it yet. But fact is, the room is cooler in the evening when I am about to fall asleep. I'm not sure whether it is a positive or a negative fact. But the hole is there, with all of its curious queerness.
I sort of promised to talk about my theory on paradoxes and parallel universes. It has actually shot down by my father already(or was it the theory about how red things aren't actually red, because we can't know which colour they are when we only see the red light reflecting back from them?) but doesn't matter. I still like it. I am now giving you a brief description about the lovely event that made me even consider this theory. The oh so rare dinnertime, where actually all of the family was present. Our topic? Caesar's sexuality. And my brother and I got into this lovely discussion whom enlightened whom on this topic. Because we both knew that Caesar was bi, but guess who we heard it from? Yes indeed, I am sure he was the one who had told me, while he is convinced of the opposite. And this is not the first time things like this have happened. So we can either write it off to our horrible memory or come up with a more curious explanation. Because I had taken it into my head that paradoxes like that are created because of parallel universes. Imagine if we would actually switch universes occasionally without noticing it? And then we end up in a universe, where everything in general is the same, except those little incidents like mentioned above. It just happened differently in that world. Yeah, I haven't considered science playing its part in this at all. See if I care.
I actually got motivated enough to write down those to-do lists. Now I shall try to motivate myself to study some Chemistry and submit that explanation why static electricity and hair is exactly the right research topic for me.
the score is zero to zero(I'm not surprised, really),
H.
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