Poe, as always.

This is all I have to say for today:

“In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?” E.A. Poe – A Dream.

The babbling.

Though it’s raining cats and dogs outside and there is no way for me to arrive alive at the university my mother decided to wake me up at 7am ‘cos she said I should try to study. – Sometimes, I believe, there are just a few things you shouldn’t let your mother do when you reach 22.

But, again, I’ve to admit, she’s right. I’ve tons of things to do until April and I’ve got to take control of my academic life once carnival is over even if my motherboard blew up. – Yes, I’m officially without PC for the next two days, I believe.

So, internet-less, PC-less, Sex & The City-less, news paper-pess, Youtube-less, mp3-less I’ll spend a terrific weekend, as a single, studying law and philosophy eight-hours a day until a really nice friend tries to take me away from home to watch one of the Oscar’s nominees.

Until sunday night I should try to watch The Queen, Babel, Notes on a Scandal and Letters From Iwo Jima . I know, this is going to be an almost impossible thing to do but hey, I’ve got time, right? Dad can drop me at the cinema, right? Hmm…a life without internet is just a life without emotions.

DON’T LEAVE ME AT HOME WITH MY BOOKS FOR THE WHOLE WEEKENED. THIS WON’T DO ANY GOOD FOR ME. CAN SOMEBODY SAVE ME? XD

I’m a dead middle-aged german male …

Yes. According to some sources I’m a dead middle-aged German male with high IQ and major identity crisis whose worst problem is not find his penis while taking the morning shower. – HA! I’m so funny.

But there is more. As part of my dead nature I’m condemned not to have feelings or emotions ‘cos you know, dead people can’t cry. And as I cry over split milk for the 1st time in my entire life I feel like I don’t belong to that pattern anymore. Am I really the rational-bitch I’m being accused to be?

As long as I don’t have a penis you can try to prove my bitchly behaviour though I guess this would be an almost impossible thing to do. Now, can you really say that I’m such a reasonable brain? Well, maybe you can, but at least I always sleep in peace since I’ll always know the truth behind some people’s acts. Well, here is a thing I’ve been trying to do for over 16 years: I’ve been trying to put myself away from the situations I’m into in a way that I can observe everyone’s moves including my own. This is not an easy thing to do but just gives the impression that life is actually a very big Chess table and somehow one can feel more responsable for his/her own acts by analysing things 1st.

Done. No hide-and-seek thing over here.