(so not last) tuesday.

slain i tell you

(belated) moment of silence

in awe of Eyjafjallajökull.

...

in other news, someone stood behind me and peered at my screen the other day. not only didn't i notice at first, i also didn't react when i finally noticed. this, i believe, is called progress.

tuesday (people in glass houses edition)

tuesday (WPP edition)

43 days after Het Volk (two more to go)

(The shuttle I take every day has the word "Sprinter" at the back of every seat; am looking forward to the marginal gains.)

the woods are lovely.

Getting emotionally invested in sports* is a bit of a crapshoot, but every once in a while THIS happens, and it's so CAPSLOCK that (he can't even either) and

I have 1563586 things to do before it's tomorrow(been self-sabotaging again) and I need to sleep and to brace myself for the next eight weeks

which is so long that (even longer than that neverending 45 kilometers)

gah.

*Oh shut up. People have been doing it for millenia.

four words.

"there you go again."

tuesday.

this from Delphi.

"the omelette is not right!"

(why your life is not a chickflick.)

similarly:

"omelette?" *runs screaming*

(why my life is not a chickflick.)

i got powerz.

be v. afraid.

(imagine what could happen if i work on my timing. i could've gotten some sleep!)

it's over a (see just / over this) wall

when holy weeks meet.

lkpsrgdflgödpfgdfg...zzz.

back when i can keep my eyes open more than five secs at a time.

stuff i learned today:

there's no institution that has a website that teaches a north germanic language in my country.

there's a chance i'm brilliant.

we're not quite sure.

words i don't want to hear for a long time:

culture

society

affect

misconception

term

plasmid

smart

works hard

comfortable

wantlist:

to write a novel mocking every dystopic novel ever written.

which won't happen. because that would entail reading them.

to say stuff i shouldn't say.

riis to find a sponsor willing to invest a silly amount of money.