One million thoughts and I still feel like I have nothing to say

I’m glad this summer is over. It has been the worst summer in years. I haven’t worked much, and what little work I got was low-paying. But I’ve managed as I always do. Throughout the summer, I have at times felt life-blocked and confined, for various reasons. Although I haven’t been confronted with major problems, there have been enough snags to cause serious frustration and anger. I’m not going to go into details about events and occurrences. The result, however, is that what I have experienced during this summer has provoked a palpable spurt in personal growth.

I have undergone a fundamental change in attitude to life in general, and now have a much more positive outlook – with regards to my own mind, talents and skills and thus my ability to make an impact on the world around me. My self-confidence has grown tougher, and my self-esteem has risen high. I have made peace with some of my less desirable personality traits, and also gotten closure to (internal) conflicts that have hounded me for most of my adult life. I am making some real changes to my life, ditching hobbies, behaviors, things and persons which I feel detract from my life experience, and focusing on those which are sources of energy to me. It has worked like a charm, thus far.

Easily distracted

This form was stolen from a friend, who in turn stole it from someone else.
My translation.

Mention something that made you glad yesterday: ...Yesterday... What happened yesterday..
Vad did you do 0800 this morning: I editing an essay for my course in literature.
What did you do 15 minutes ago: Talked to my brother about some of the thoughts that have been troubling me this evening.
Latest thing you said alound: What?
Latest thing someone said to you: Ahja.
What have you drunk today: A whole lot of tea.
What was the latest thing you ate: A banana.
Your latest purcharse: Blood bowl: Legendary edition
What colour is your front door: Wooden veneer, mid-tone brown.
What is the weather like: Not a cloud in the sky.
Favourite ice-cream flavour: Old-style Vanilla
Do you believe in love at first sight: Not really. All good things take time to grow: love is no different, I believe.
Are you a heavy sleeper: Mostly, yes.
Do you have nightmares: Not anymore.
Do you like your job: ....I'd say yes.
Preferred clothing: Black jeans and a black tee, probarbly with an open black shirt.
Favourite song right now: "Numb" by Alice in Videoland and "Blindness" by Metric.
What do you see if you look to your right: My brother, who is watching some movie on his laptop.
Current mood: Numb or slightly aggravated
Preferred sweets: Cookies or fruit.
How are you currently dressed: Black jeans and a black singlet.
Plans for this summer: I'll Take it as it comes.
How many pillows? One.
Do you play an instrument: I sing, does that count?
Early bird or night owl: Both.
What is most important: Now there is a stupid question.
Are you ticklish: Don't try me.
Do you snore: Alledgedly, no.
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Most disgusting insect: Don't care much for insects.
What do you long for the most: A steady (sufficent) income.

Well. There's that.
Auf wiedersehen.

Doubt

“I didn’t want this – I did it anyway” – Mesh: How long

And now I wonder, was it a wise decision or a big mistake?

I do not generally believe in finality, but I'm starting to wonder if I have let the best thing that has ever been in my life,
slip through my fingers.

Sweet dreams, fat man

And so the fat man is finally knocked into a coma.

My bachelor thesis is at long last sent in, and will most probably never bother me again. I am beyond relieved. Perhaps my life can re-start now? Or at least get going again? I can’t help feeling like I’ve been stuck in a swamp for the last few months. Bugger me, talk about wasting life.

Oh well, now it’s finally over, completely over. Done and done. I am still waiting for it to get registered though, but it’s officially out of my hands.

It’s time to celebrate.