mykerinos, posts by tag: random - LiveJournal

I am enjoying classes. There, I said it. For once I managed to overcome this desire to skip.

Also: I painted! I sometimes forget how much fun it is to paint. Next time there shall be finger painting.

Sunday morning and the world was white. We played and danced and rolled around in the fresh snow until it was no longer fresh.

Today I cycled through the snow, which was less fun, with the blubber and the slipperiness and no hot chocolate at work.

We went to a pub quiz the other night and the only question that I was able to answer correctly was, "What sort of creature was "Buckbeak" in the Harry Potter novels?" Ha!

Yesterday I nearly got hit by a car. A police car, ignoring a red light. Ha!

This is the awesomest thing ever.

Byebye.

Let the summer come. I'm ready.

Our house is crumbling down. We will soon move to a castle.

Watching Wanted the other day, I thought to myself: Morgan Freeman would make an awesome Dumbledore.

To me, people who don't eat breakfast are like people who pee in the streets. I mean, sure, it's your life, I don't judge, but I myself wouldn't be able to do it. When I wake up, I need food. In fact, my breakfast largely determines how I feel the rest of the day.



#1. No breakfast at all: Weak and nauseous until lunch.





#2. Omelette du fromage: Initial feeling of fulfillment, soon replaced by overall nauseousness and wanting to die. Does not dissolve ever again.





#3. Salmon sandwich (without cheese or butter or that white cream because there's nothing wrong with pure things): Not so bad, but needs a chocolate back-up.





#4. Bread with chocolate sprinkles: Only true breakfast, as explained here. Nothing out there to top it.


Unfortunately for me, today I had a #2. I later went out and got myself bread so that I could have a #4 after all, but it could not be mended. The end.

Once upon a time there was a spider. He liked to sit in his web all day long and watch the sky and stare at the ground. He dreamed of the sea and he dreamed of being a bird and while the other spiders caught fly after fly, this spider just sat and did nothing. "If only I could fly like those birds" he would say out loud and then the others would just shake their heads in shame, because they wished he wasn't so strange and would just start working. He never did.

One day, the spider made up his mind.

"This is my life!" he said to the other spiders, "I will go to the sea if that is what I want!"

The spiders tried to stop him but they could not and he left, ignoring the indignant screams and concerned warnings, waving one leg at them in goodbye.

He went to the sea and made his web in a palm tree and sat there. He watched the sunset and it was beautiful and he felt happy. Suddenly out of the sky leapt a giant white bird, a sea gull. The spider stared at it in awe and gave a tiny scream as the bird grabbed it in its beak. When the spider opened its eyes, the sea and the beach were rushing below him. He was flying! He soared through the wind, his eight legs free about, and he squealed with joy right before the sea gull swallowed him down and everything went black.

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Sometimes! I do not know what it is all about. I'd like a tutorial on life because handling things can be so confusing. Sometimes you try to do something about a situation while in fact all you can is endure and sometimes you just wait for it to go away even though it won't unless you make it. How to discern? It is frustrating either way.

iTunes is making my pc explode.