and now?
As I said - the thesis is given, the expected feeling of liberation is but unfortunately from - in general I feel somehow "foo". Meaningless. Well, maybe a little worse than that
The first is of course together with the uncertainty. How is running the auditions in Munich? I'll get the job? If I get it, that's good? If I do not get it, then I fall a hole and would have if I hear the name Sega insane? (I like to call the Clausen-state. But I think that is unlikely to be excluded if I am to be honest).
Then of course, this melancholy as the university now more or less really is over. And was sometimes annoying when it has been really fun and I think I've grown it.
And then there's just been Laura. To sum up the matter again: Laura is a fellow student of archeology. She is a human brand of sunshine - she has such a glow, they probably would be surrounded in lights when entering a dark room. To this end it looks stunning - a look and my brain turns off. In short - actually Laura is wonderful.
But on the other hand it is also ... difficult. It is inconceivable verpeilt, scheduled and chaotic, which I liked him on this Elliot Reid-kind find. She lives only for celebration, everything else is subordinate to this. Even if they know that is announced in London the next day hardcore museum visit, she keeps not depend, up to 5 Live's clock have to be dozing in the museum to the delight of those present. This is a distinct lack of tact, sensitivity and consideration - I think you know what I want out.
Nevertheless, or rather just because she's just made me turn to complete the head - this semester has already passed its presence, that I have felt better or equal to 50%. And of course there
could be nothing out of it - we're completely different people in almost every respect. And even if this is not a surprise anyway, beautiful I do not find it anyway.
Well, today I'm probably the last time they saw. She was, as always. Something turned up, very sexy, we've talked about it, their young cat has it now, because now she begins her studies further, they showed me their cell phone pictures from London ... well, and then we said goodbye ("this is the last time we see you?" - "Hmm, can already be ..."), she wished me good luck for the interview and that was it. The girl who turned my head, gave me the nerve is gone, with whom I was in the cinema and for which I I've used that they could to London is gone and it can really be that I no longer see them.
Is that a reason for a certain melancholy? I think so ...
And SUPER - now I write these kinds of entries in my blog. If it has come. I'll probably still today
anything anabolic. I watch "Meet Me in St. Louis" in 1944 with Judy Garland. And yes, I know the implications. And no, I'm not gay.
Grmblallesblödisdochwahrohmannfrauenichmagnichmehr.
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