My country

My country is like a bowl of shit with a cherry on it. You may like the cherry, you may like the bowl even, but you can’t ignore the turd in between.

I love my country, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that the poor thing’s been through so much. We got out of a bloody war only two decades ago. Our economy was shattered and our population decimated. How do you start again after that? Well, that’s an easy one: you take loans from big banks.

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Handing in your papers

I need to hand in my final paper in a short while or I’ll have to repeat (read: repay) the year.

That’s, like, important, right? Of course it is. It’s just, I need time to focus and write the whole thing. I did my research, prepared my notes… but did nothing else. I really need to do this, but, instead, I want to watch “Weird Loners”. I think I’m just tired of this college bull. Too many years in school. Finding a decent paying job would be nice. But not some corporate-building-and-suits thing. I don’t know. I mean, I’m not talking about some kind of a dream job, I would just like something that makes me busy but doesn’t suffocate me, at the same time.

Am I making any sense at all?

God, I really have no idea what to do with my life.

I guess I’d like options and opportunities. I’m kinda working on it right now. Many of my college friends have part-time and some even full-time jobs, some of them do volunteer work — so it’s not impossible to find work. It’s not that I’m looking for full employment or whatever. I just want to do things that I know something about and that will pay me some money. That can’t be too difficult to find, right?



I just thought this would be a good idea

Let me get this off my chest right away: English ain’t my mother tongue. I’ll be making mistakes. Sorry about that.

I really thought starting a blog would be a good idea, as a form of public journal. I kind of think that it may be easier for me to write about myself on the internet than to communicate my feelings to someone in person. I guess it has something to do with the whole anonymousness on the web etc. I’m not a writer, so my posts are bound to be crude and unpolished. Sorry about that as well.

This might work as a therapy of sorts, I guess.

I don’t know… I’m new at this and since I come “from a long line of quitters” (to steel the wording from Black Books) this might as well be my first and last post. But, I will try. I feel like I have stuff to say, it’s just that I never give myself a proper chance to do that. Am too cynical, I guess. Which is funny really, when I think about it. I’m in my fucking 20s, for god’s sake! But, anyway… I just have this feeling like we’re overwhelmed with so much of everything from all around and beyond us, that we can’t really weigh things properly. Everything must be short and with a thumbnail or something, otherwise, it won’t grab your attention. It’s like everything’s imitating ads: no actual, pragmatic content, just flashing you with imagery and either suggestive (“Do you want to feel like Beyonce? Then buy this *piece of crap*”) or aggressive (“Buy this! Drink this! Wear this! Fuck yourself on this?”) language.

Anyway… I got opinions. Wanna share them.