simply unreasonable
Isis, Lotus Eaters, Old Man Gloom, Mouth of the Architect… they’re the sound of space debree floating around the void, and birds of paradise and grasshopers, and nosebleeds and mountain winds gushing away at the peaks, and haunted metropolises at 3AM, and foggy London outskirts.
“Am cautat mult acel spatiu stramt dintre dumnezeu si drac, acel coltisor crepuscular intre lumina si iad, acea fasie neutra de gandire absoluta, nici extremista nici diplomata, nici subtila nici exagerata, incapabila de a purta atribute adjectivale, incolora, inodora, plina de cuvinte goale, neinventata dar teoretizata, inutila dar cautata, acea firmitura de paine intre atatea fire de nisip, pentru a-mi hrani sufletul infometat.”
E uimitor cate prostii personale gasesti pierdute prin analele hardului tau vechi 
Get up, stand up, rub your eyes. Black tea and the usual toast with assortments followed by, predictably, yoghurt and fruits. School, little jokes and pokes, people that tend to treat you like shit for the sole reason that you are a student, almost as if you were flawed, more human and prone to mistakes than them, who sit at their desks like on thrones and decide your fate according to their whims. Coffee follows; God, I love the smell of coffee. Accompanied by Mountain Dew or 7Up, and it just melts my heart away. You go home, the house is empty. Your room so neat and clean, so different from how you’d left it. Turn on the music and check your email, silly. The cat makes a small jump and ends up in your lap, craving attention. Pet it, nurture it, love it. Love him, it is a he, isn’t it? You’re hungry yet unwilling to supply the effort necessary to cook something more advanced than french fries so you settle on junk food. Take your pills, there are six boxes of pills on my desk. Biotine for hair, Mental+ for thoughts, Calcium for bones, Neurofen for head aches. Open the book and read a few pages, return to the cover to admire its design. Draw, draw, draw, grafite on the side of your palm and your fingers numb and sore. Pencil shavings cover your paper but satisfaction floats around you and your work. Pilates, Tae Bo and maybe some more pills and you’ll be as good as new.
http://www.stephaniemiller.com/declarationofrevocation.htm
Old, yet still funny, at least for people who don’t care much for the current president of the USA.
Nu s-au incheiat inca cei patru ani de liceu. Mai am putin peste 5 luni de zile pana la acea eliberare finala minunata si totusi parca deja ma vad absolventa. De ce? Pai in principiu din disperare, pentru ca fiecare zi pe care mi-o petrec dormitand sau tremurand in banca mea mai adauga cate o nevroza la colectia deja impunatoare. La romana in continuare nu facem nimic. Vorbeste profa, noi stam si ascultam pe jumatate adormiti si nu intelegem nimic, dar nimeni nu face ceva ca sa schimbe atmosfera sau sa imbunatateasca modul de predare desi profa incearca, saraca, si uneori imi e mila de ea. “Haideti copii, cum vreti voi sa se tina ora?”; si nimeni nu zice nimic sau daca zice e o prostie complet inutila; m-as ridica eu daca as sti ce sa spun, dar chestiile astea tin de instinctul si sarmul profesorului nu de sugestii idioate ale unor oameni care ar prefera sa fie la cafea in 21 decat la ora respectiva. La informatica mergem in ritmul melcului turbat si trecem agale prin gestiunea bazelor de date; mult prea agale, din nou nu neaparat din vina profesorului ci din cauza faptului ca in ciuda denumirii sugestive (”mate-info“) 70% din colegii mei de profil sunt complet paraleli cu informatica. Astfel imi pierd, cumulat, cateva zile bune din viata in decursul anului scolar stand degeaba in laboratorul de info. Nimeni din clasa mea nu da bacul la franceza. NIMENI. Si atunci de ce ne freaca la cap in asemenea hal iubita noastra “la Molecule”? Nici noi nu stim. Acum sincer, stiind foarte bine ca din 29 de elevi, exista un singur om capabil sa lege doua fraze coerente in franceza, de ce sa mai insisti si sa te chinui nu numai pe tine dar si pe respectivii elevi? Si lista ar putea continua si s-ar putea extinde la x materii, dar momentan nu-mi vin in minte.
Vreau sa termin mai repede. Daca as putea da bacul acum ar fi sublim. Dar nu, dream on.
Fancy Hot Chocolate and pretty expensive black Ceylon will make for a relatively interesting Sunday night out.
Cheesy as it may sound, Mozart, Tartini, rain and Regina Spektor make for a pleasant 3 AM experience.
