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20 June 2010 02:55 amDear diary,
Neglect has been your recent state, I must admit. While we are starting our sixth year together online, it feels as if our relationship has somewhat changed, not that I won't attempt to give us another five years. Ever since you decided to show banners with ads on my page, there are busty women trying to lure my readership into heterosexuality/lesbianism and we all know how many wars these two have caused in the past (the the former perhaps slightly more wars than the latter). Still, I cannot leave you from this place, because of all this shared history. Sometimes it's fun to randomly go back in the past, time-travelling without a DeLorean if you will. It is interesting to read about myself when I was clueless about what I would do with my life (not that I am not clueless now, at least I'm a bit less naive).
Neglect will be your state for at least one more week. First of all, Paris Fashion Week will take up some of my time again (they still haven't realised I'm actually fat and ugly, mwahahahaha!!!).
On Monday I also have the second try for my driving exam. I failed last Wednesday, basically because the examiner misinterpreted a situation (he was a very unpleasant man who kept on picking his teeth throughout my exam, not paying attention to traffic in general and certainly not to how well I was driving). When he told me I had failed, I disagreed and got into a rather unpleasant argument about it, which of course annoyed him even more. Perhaps I shouldn't have done that, seeing how it wouldn't help to argue anyway, but you can't give assholes an easy time just because they're assholes, right? "Si les dégoûtés s'en vont, çe ne sont que les dégoûtants qui restent."
I only hope I won't have the same man on Monday, because I don't think he'll be able to judge me fairly (I'm thinking of taking my spy camera to record the exam, just in case I have him again).
So hopefully then I'll get my license so that I can look for a car with which I can go to Berlin this summer to do my internship at Abnormals Gallery. Otherwise, it'll be a train and lots of sighing that'll get me there, but the car would be nice, for several reasons. I'll also try to start learning German while I'm there. "The Edukators" was on TV tonight and I learnt how to address policemen: "Scheissebollen!"
So asking a German police officer something goes like this (bad German alert): "Entschuldigung, Herr Scheisseboll, kanst Du Mich sagen wo das Scheissebollenkantor ist? Mein Händy ist gestohlen!"
I sometimes wish I was a toddler again. Occupying myself with a pebble or a piece of metal and imagine they're aeroplanes, rockets, space ships. "Seeing the world in a grain of sand". We lose that when we grow old. A newspaper article mentioned that artists use more of their brains than regular people do. It kind of make sense, because a lot of regular people watch TV as a replacement for thought. I used to conquer countries from my impenetrable fortress made of bed sheets and a table, an army of teddy bears ready to defend their master to the very last man and the very last drop of blood. But at the time, we were feared by everyone, so of course we were never attacked.
Maybe toddler life isn't ideal either.
Yours sincerely,
Timotheus
Neglect has been your recent state, I must admit. While we are starting our sixth year together online, it feels as if our relationship has somewhat changed, not that I won't attempt to give us another five years. Ever since you decided to show banners with ads on my page, there are busty women trying to lure my readership into heterosexuality/lesbianism and we all know how many wars these two have caused in the past (the the former perhaps slightly more wars than the latter). Still, I cannot leave you from this place, because of all this shared history. Sometimes it's fun to randomly go back in the past, time-travelling without a DeLorean if you will. It is interesting to read about myself when I was clueless about what I would do with my life (not that I am not clueless now, at least I'm a bit less naive).
Neglect will be your state for at least one more week. First of all, Paris Fashion Week will take up some of my time again (they still haven't realised I'm actually fat and ugly, mwahahahaha!!!).
On Monday I also have the second try for my driving exam. I failed last Wednesday, basically because the examiner misinterpreted a situation (he was a very unpleasant man who kept on picking his teeth throughout my exam, not paying attention to traffic in general and certainly not to how well I was driving). When he told me I had failed, I disagreed and got into a rather unpleasant argument about it, which of course annoyed him even more. Perhaps I shouldn't have done that, seeing how it wouldn't help to argue anyway, but you can't give assholes an easy time just because they're assholes, right? "Si les dégoûtés s'en vont, çe ne sont que les dégoûtants qui restent."
I only hope I won't have the same man on Monday, because I don't think he'll be able to judge me fairly (I'm thinking of taking my spy camera to record the exam, just in case I have him again).
So hopefully then I'll get my license so that I can look for a car with which I can go to Berlin this summer to do my internship at Abnormals Gallery. Otherwise, it'll be a train and lots of sighing that'll get me there, but the car would be nice, for several reasons. I'll also try to start learning German while I'm there. "The Edukators" was on TV tonight and I learnt how to address policemen: "Scheissebollen!"
So asking a German police officer something goes like this (bad German alert): "Entschuldigung, Herr Scheisseboll, kanst Du Mich sagen wo das Scheissebollenkantor ist? Mein Händy ist gestohlen!"
I sometimes wish I was a toddler again. Occupying myself with a pebble or a piece of metal and imagine they're aeroplanes, rockets, space ships. "Seeing the world in a grain of sand". We lose that when we grow old. A newspaper article mentioned that artists use more of their brains than regular people do. It kind of make sense, because a lot of regular people watch TV as a replacement for thought. I used to conquer countries from my impenetrable fortress made of bed sheets and a table, an army of teddy bears ready to defend their master to the very last man and the very last drop of blood. But at the time, we were feared by everyone, so of course we were never attacked.
Maybe toddler life isn't ideal either.
Yours sincerely,
Timotheus
