.. Something Is Up..

I've been on such a good mood for too many days.

Something is going to explode, I'm sure of it.

By the way.. I have been thinking what to do with my short story of 100+ pages when I'm done with it... I'm going to put it online, of course. But where? Make another blog where to post it? Just put it online somewhere and link to as many sites as possible?

Have Yourself A Very Merry Christmas..

I'll be thinking about three people in particular. Of course I'll try to spend a moment thinking about anyone who's ever been someone to me, but the three people who have affected me the most since last Christmas are in my thoughts today. A, for being there in my dreams and making most nights so precious that daylight seems unimportant, and even garish. C for being the driving force in my novel writing by just being alive, and a certain J, who deserves more than I'm able to give and be.

Merry Christmas to every Christian in the world. May you be able to celebrate this day without having to be afraid of your lives.

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates today for their own reasons.

Merry Christmas to everyone who lets us celebrate this day, regardless of their own opinions, beliefs and customs.


Last but not least, I wish Merry Christmas to the Mother. I love my home planet, and so should everyone else. It's the only place we got.

A Weird Reminder

Remember a post where I mentioned I bumped into a Chris Evans -dobbelgänger? Well, I saw him again. He's an engineering student at my school, and we both attended a pre-christmas party. I saw him there, and gawked like an idiot. I instantly remembered he was the guy I bumped into this one summer. It's funny that I don't remember the last name of a guy who I used to date in high school (I remember his BMW), but I still remember what this guy was wearing on the day I saw him for the first time. It's funny that I don't remember what J was wearing on the first day I met him, but I remember this. It's weird. And it's not that I want to talk with him or get to know him. No, actually I prefer it to be something like a dream.

How crazy is that?

About school.. I've had my first practice now, and I have realized that this education leads to being an overglorified ass-wiper. I'm not going to spend years in school, and do shit job - literally. That is the reason you go to school, to be able to do something else than ass-wiping.

If I get a job during spring 2012, I'm quitting.

To some obscurity of cloud --
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light. 
 -Robert Frost-