So after an exhausting week, I am back again to lazing around and procrastinating my homework. Meaning I probably won't do it at all. The Germans brought a sense of vacation with them. No wonder I am so demotivated to pay attention or even bother with school. Maybe it'll get better with the weekend...Never mind that last sentence.
I'd go on and on about how much I'd like to sleep or how little sleep I have had but it doesn't matter anyways. So I'll move on with the topic on how sad I am that the Germans left. Or well I haven't actually realised it yet, but the fact that I keep on looking for them as if I could find them at any moment on the streets has led me to think that I am a tad too used to them already. But they were awesome people so I look forward to seeing them again in the summer. And I will definitely keep contact with them.
Continuing on the topic of Germans, I enjoyed the time we spent on sending away the Germans. Although we quickly dissolved into two groups: the Estonians and the Germans. That was kind of sad and I felt worried about it several times, but they managed to entertain themselves by simply watching how we laugh and wondering what the hell we were talking about. It's been a while since I have laughed so hard for the most pointless reasons.
The weather is rather nice right now. It would be awesome if those quaint looking clouds actually were rain clouds and a down pour would occur, but I am afraid, they do not look as if they are in the mood for a down pour. Can't keep me from dreaming though.
On the topic of dreams, I can remember my dreams more clearly now(there was a period where I couldn't remember them at all unless I was reminded by something). It would be a happy occasion, if the dreams wouldn't keep on getting weirder. It is probably the third time that my dream has taken place at practice.
Thanks to the Germans, I missed out on practice for a week and I can already feel it. How curious, that just a mere 7 days can change so much.And I was starting to improve too...
Summer is coming. It hit me like a brick about six o'clock in the morning with a glass of orange juice and sunshine. It only intensified the feeling of vacation. But summer also means allergy season. Or well my brother claims that the allergies will kick in soon enough. I have no idea about it though, for I have never been affected that much by my allergy. The only thing that might start bothering me is the runny nose and maybe the itchy eyes. We can only wait and see.
Lately I have been getting very stupid ideas, which I immediately tend to start using. The one involving the notebook hasn't been that effective, except for the fact that I now carry a notebook with me and actually note things down(ideas for this very blog for example). But the reason why I started carrying it in the first place has been dumped into the background, because I like monologues. To make it even better, those monologues are short. So I will stick to this idea for a while and then consider whether I actually like it or not.
Moving on to more Random topics, I shall discuss the curiousness of surprises. Or well my controversial feelings about it. I am not sure whether I dislike them or not, because the feeling of surprise isn't necessarily bad. There are positive surprises and not so positive surprises. Positive surprises are for example, those I experience when receiving the simplest gestures and realizing that people can actually be nice to me. Not so positive surprises are well...when people have told me about the surprise existing and then feed me lies about the surprise, leaving only the worst ideas possible in my head.Not to mention when I discover something that should have been done eons ago, but hasn't been done at all. And this is really confusing, for it depends on my mood when one wants to know my opinion on surprises. Because sometimes I hate them and sometimes I don't. They do change the routine of everyday life after all.
There are now two more topics I'd like to mention, but I think I'll go with only one for now. Meaning I shall mention how awfully entertaining the etiquette lessons are. Our teacher is really something else. But the topic on how there are three different roles arose. I am not sure what those roles were about, but the roles were called the child(being simple and submissive), the adult(being reasonable, neutral) and the parent(the one who dominates the child so to say). And our teacher went on saying how people usually tend to take the parent role, to make things easier for themselves. After all, even if there are two parent roles there, one of them ends up submitting to the other, thus becoming the child. But I do exactly the opposite. I take the role of the child, until I find it necessary to switch it for the parent role. Or at least that is what I think. After all, the child tends to rebel against the parent, but not the adult. So I just might be closed off in my own illusion. I have horrible observation skills after all.
The next post shall be about my theory on parallel universes and paradoxes,
H.
P.S: The score is still 2 to 1 with Red in the lead.
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