Shame. On. Me. The new year’s already three months old and I haven’t written anything at all. Sorry about that. Even now, my mind seems to be made up of just a series of incoherent thoughts, so don’t expect anything in-depth from me. There are only 8 days left at school, which is a good reason to be both enthusiastic and unmotivated. Then there will be my final exams end of April and in May, and then I’m done. Finished. And after next Friday, I’ll never have to see those motherfuckers – ahem, sorry, those lovely people from my school – again. Ever. Awesome feeling.
On the contrary, what I’ve also experienced the past few months is that it is really strange how strong a connection between you and people you hardly know, and will never see again, can be just because you all know that you have one tiny thing in common. Even though you don’t actually know them, don’t even know their names, but you feel that connection nevertheless. Strange, strange world.
For further notice, I’ve finally found a university that would just suit me perfectly, a university that would give me exactly what I want and need. It’s hard to get accepted, though, so keep your fingers crossed, please, all of you.
Last weekend was fun, so to say. Why? Because we had our “new” role-playing group on Saturday. Basically consisting of my regular group and two guys I’ve never met before. And of course I went totally crazy before because our “normal” location was too small for seven people, so we captured my living room. And I tend to be pretty hectic when there are people coming over I don’t know yet. But everything went fine – more than fine, actually. It was gorgeous. Brilliant. Absolutely awesome. We had lots of fun and it felt like we people had always played together for, like, ages. Time was flying so fast, and before we even noticed, it was 11:30pm – yes, pm, shortly before midnight, and that was when everyone left. And after tidying up a bit, I went to bed, totally happy and smiling all the time. And extremely hyper because we emptied, all in all, 6 litre of coke. So it was hard to get to sleep, but I was totally happy and couldn’t stop grinning and laughing. I haven’t had that much fun in ages. I like that group, and the characters, and the interaction. Love it. And I honestly can’t wait for the next time we play – even though that means that I’ll go all crazy like “Oh my god, people come over, I have to clean EVERYTHING and every little spot!”, although they wouldn’t be bothered by a bit of untidiness. But that’s just me.
My To-Do-List gets longer and longer and longer, and it never seems to become shorter, no matter what I do. I’ll have a presentation on Friday, and I need to finish the application for my favourite university very, very soon, and things like that. Longer, longer, longer, and I seem to get less and less of sleep. Right now I feel like dropping to bed and not waking up for several days, because that’s the amount of sleep I’d like to have restored.
But even though I’m currently at the kind of point again where I would like to sit down in a corner and hide from the rest of the world – or, if that’s not possible, go and shout at everyone who crosses my way -, I’m somewhat positive that it’ll all turn to something better. And if there’s nothing much to look forward to, I’m seriously looking forward to role-playing.
