30.4.05

Junk Food 

I felt a craving for mustard. A specific kind of mustard, even. So now I'm stuffed with hot-dogs. Disgusting, when I think about it...

29.4.05

Furniture 

Why won't it move itself?

28.4.05

iTunes 

Supposedly as evil as AOL. I supposedly have to install it. I'm afraid.

27.4.05

The Lovely Junk 

As much as I dislike dust and cobwebs, I think I would've enjoyed my great-grandfather's attic. It was much richer than the meager leftovers of my grandmother's and grandfather's lives...

26.4.05

Sweet 

Honey... Fructose and bee spit. So wonderful.

25.4.05

Death of Stupidity 

This is a cruel world. Those who are strong, smart, and lucky, survive. Those who aren't, don't. Why should humans be exempt from that?

One of the more famous local writers says he dreads the Sunday morning news. They're always about young people dying on the roads, coming back from the clubs/parties/whatever, drunk, stupid, holding reins of too many horses. It's horrible, he says, things should be done to stop it.

I say, let them die. If they don't have enough brains to know they shouldn't get behind the wheel after a night of trying to poison themselves with alcohol, they deserve everything they get. It's the innocent bystanders who should be protected.

24.4.05

Cups 

I have inherited some really nice cups. And glassware. I also think I know what I'll do with the kitchen.

Life is good. Why won't I see it?

The Sense of When 

There are right times, and there are wrong times. This is a wrong time. For just about everything.

23.4.05

Dream of Hope 

The Light of Axim shone of me, and I dreamed... It was bright, full of light... And people. But it was a dream.

22.4.05

They Say 

They say I dream too much. They say my dreams aren't letting me get enough rest. They say, if I want to get better, I should dream less. They say I'm too excited, that I shouldn't be happy, but calm. They say that knowing why only makes things worse.

21.4.05

No 

No point.
No hope.
No way out.

20.4.05

Ups and Downs 

Why does there have to be a but in everything I think about?

19.4.05

All Alone 

Like this...
I miss my bird.

18.4.05

Broad... 

...band.

17.4.05

Interior... Headaches 

Now I'm a bit overwhelmed. Everything needs to be done, and I don't know where to start.

15.4.05

Technical Difficulties... 

The hosting is acting up. Might take a while...

14.4.05

Sad 

I threw away a toy. No nice thing which happened today, and there were quite a few, matters. It doesn't matter that the toy was ugly, basically useless, dirty and, since it was (well, still is...) stuffed with styrofoam, non-washable. I threw it away, and now I just want to get drunk.

13.4.05

Name the Song 

Call the witch to cast the runes,
Weave a magic spell...
We who die in battle are born
Not for heaven, not for hell...

Nose and Aroma 

I actually noticed the blackberry aroma in my wine. Amazing, since the only thing I ever said about a wine's taste, that could be even remotely likened to those fancy descriptions wine tasters make, was 'it tastes like the red soil the grape came from'. Not a really flattering thing to say about a wine I really enjoyed, but that's what it felt like to me; a true Istrian Teran is supposed to taste like that, anyway.

Could have something to do with the fact that I drank the wine after I brushed my teeth, this blackberry thing...

12.4.05

Bed 

I bought a bed. The bed, actually... I could've done that a week ago, since the moment I saw it, I knew that's my new bed. A shame I have to wait for 2-3 weeks to get it...

In the other news... I'm in no mood for pears. Which is a shame, since pears are the only thing I have. I shouldn't talk about pears, it makes me want to play Darksun(s) again. I've never finished either game...

11.4.05

The Perils of Medical Literature 

I really, really shouldn't be reading medical literature. Now I see symptoms everywhere. I am actually sick... But that doesn't mean everything is a sign of it.

10.4.05

Fix! 

May the chopped carrot rot in too warm a pantry... The only problem is, I'll have to go through all this network administration and setting-up thing again in a few days. But I suppose a 15 times faster connection will be worth it.

Got cool new headphones, too.

9.4.05

If It Ain't Broken... 

...don't fix it. I think I already said this a while ago. But did I listen to myself?

7.4.05

Interior Equipping 

I'm actually quite looking forward to having a fridge.

6.4.05

Interior Decoration 

The stove has completely ruined my idea for the kitchen colour scheme. Now it doesn't match the plates...

5.4.05

Repetitio Mater Studiorum Est 

Today I was reminded, after quite some time, why I hate trains. Croatian trains, at least. I hope I shall not be reminded again for a long time.

4.4.05

Name the Song 

In the moonlight our souls are free...
On wings of sorrow we face eternity...

3.4.05

Flying Dreams 

Even though the Light of Axim shone not, and the Light of Prism was faint, I dreamed.

The exact details escaped me, but the dream was of a mid-19th century war between the French and the Americans, over a place called Palestine, somewhere in North America. I was a French cavalry officer (I don't remember having a horse, though), and I flew (literally, though the air and above the treetops) around laughing at the silly Americans who chased me and my squad all over the place, but, being bound to the ground as they were, couldn't catch us.

I obviously haven't grown up enough to stop having flying dreams. I hope I never do.

2.4.05

I wish... 

...I were a little tomato. Because if I were a little tomato, they'd put me into the pantry. Therefore, I wish I were a little tomato.

1.4.05

Vultures 

The Pope is dying. And one of the local TV stations is having 'special news' every hour and a half. I'm disgusted.