Sitting still in a tea days
Still dragging my arse when it comes to homework. I know I will make the deadline, but it would probably better if I worked a bit harder. I won’t deny it it, I get easily distracted. Like now, fiddling with the other computer of mine while I should be trying to write this slop.
Not sure why, but I just feel distracted in general. Can’t find reasons for what I’m doing. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I don’t have reasons to live — I have plenty. I can’t see myself doing anything else than journalism.
I guess what I’m looking for a finish line. A landmark to look for. At this point, all I have is vague assumptions. I should finish this year. I should start studying next year. After that I should be holding a degree in journalism. But what happens after that?
Ironic, isn’t it? I’m worrying about something I tell others to not worry about.
Money can’t buy you happiness, but it can buy you convenience. At this point in my life I think it is safe to say that I don’t have much convenience. I’m not unhappy. It would just be nice if things would be a bit more, you know, convenient.
Makes me reminisce about the time living in The Netherlands. So bizarre that we left over two years. Almost surreal. As if I never lived there. It was just all a dream. Feeling like that is all I will have from now on, the memories. Living there seems to not be part of this, which I live in, dimension’s timeline.
Scratching my beard. Trying to think of anything else to write about.
Yes, I’m growing a beard. Why not? Can’t afford new clothes, so I need to get creative. A beard is free and cuts down on the cost of razor blades.
Might attempt to finish another article after this one. Not always easy to write without purpose.
Boeit niet!
