Happy / Tortoise

One thing about me is: when I'm happy I don't write.
I didn't write.
For a few days.

Now I'm writing, but I'm still happy. I'm just writing, because I feel I should. And I have stuff to share. And I simply want to.

Share No 1:
Check out this really cool gif (uh, you need to click it to see it move).

I even joined that silly mySpace community for this. This guy left a comment here, (where I got from here). So I presumed that is the one who made the gif, especially since there are more gifs like it on his site.
So I wanted to write a comment and say how much I liked the gif. Turns out, I need to sign up. So I do. Then I try again. Turns out I need to be friends with him for that... like.. wtf?! OK then, no comment.

Share No 2:
Tortoise.
Not turtle. But Tortoise. Not turquoise either.
Ey have a really cool website. You should really check out the headers for each section. Very cool, very ambient, very fun and beautiful as well.
I've been checking out lots of new and different music lately, so these guys just fit into that scheme perfectly. Thank god for youtube, btw.


Share No 3:
Happiness.
I got some of my marks back. So far I passed all my exams this year :) On on of them I even achieved the highest mark we can get. XD That's basically the reason for my introduction up at the top.
Also, I'll see my family again very soon, due to me going home for christmas. And as well as my family, I'll also see my old friends again, which is great, too.
So.
For now.
That should be all.

contemporary, jazzy, confuzzled, depressed mind

[...]
I'm broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
[...]
So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever learn
[...]



So I'm listening to Jamie Cullum. Yes, stone me, I'm not listening to the original. I know, I know.... but I wanna listen to Jamie. There.

Last night I fell asleep on my sofa. Already wearing my PJs, so it was pretty cold. I had my bear (who is pretty big), so at least my belly was warm. Although I must've been somewhat awake still, cos I kept pressing next whenever there was a more happy piece of music in my Jamie playlist.

The most impressive line to me from Jeff's song is this one:
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
It feels just like me. I'm not a teenager anymore, yet I don't feel grown-up yet either. I'm already running, yet there is nowhere to run to. Where can you run, when you're stuck in real life?

Growing up kinda sucks. A few weeks ago, someone told me about those hideous straws, which turn your milk into chocolate milk or strawberry milk, or w7e. They were really amused, but I just thought they are being nuts. What's the point in those straws. Totally useless, and they just create a frigging heap of rubbish. Environment and all. I've even started recycling my coffee cups. I drink like 4-5 cups of coffee a day when I'm at uni, and I started using my first one, whenever I get a real one from the bakery lady. When ey isn't there and I gotta use the vending mashine, I got no choice, 'cos it gives me a new cup anyways.
So back to growing up anyways. Half the time I hate it. Being a child was so ... well yeah.. easy. Actually it wasn't easy, but it was a lot easier than life is now. Then again, sometimes I wish I was already thirty-something. I believe that by then I will have found my path in life. I'll have a place, it should start spinning in only one direction instead of 25. Or 17 maybe.

I guess I'll go back to contemplating life... which never works out well for me...

sif.

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Currently listening to: Keith Jarrett - Part II C
via FoxyTunes