Rainbow Child

I feel like a book slut: jumping from on book to another. Always reading very fast so I can start a new book. But the question that keep bugging me lately is: what for? Maybe because it’s easier reading about life than actually living it, heck knows…

The look on Mum‘s face when I showed up at the door 2 days earlier than she had expected: absolutely priceless

It was an on the spot decision; Wednesday I went and bought the tickets and Thursday night I was on the train on my way home. It was so hard not calling them and telling them that “guys, I’m coming home earlier!!!”, but I wanted the surprise to be a real one so I just let them believe I was arriving this Sunday.

Finally, it feels great being back here. I can ride my bike as much as I want, I don’t have to worry about cooking and I’m being continuously spoiled by my parents. I really couldn’t ask for me Yey, I’m happy!

Unfortunately, I’ll never get over the thing I have for fluffy guys. They still give me the ebejeebies.

Today’s conclusion is that it all depends on the people I met. With some I feel really good and I can be myself and thus have a great time, and with others I feel blaaa and really antisocial. I wish there was a pattern, some kind of golden rule that I can apply every time I’m out meeting new people, but I guess it’s something that comes then and there, a kind of on the spot (dis)liking.

Anyways, days like this are just like a breath of fresh air: walking through a sunny park, eating coloured lollipops, taking funny-lomo pics and then going to the book meeting, talking to nice people, coming back home with new books… Purrrfection.

On the down side, I totally and utterly hate going to school. Only the thought of it makes me sick. I’ve had enough of stupid translation, stupid projects, stupid teachers. I just want this shit to be over. It’s high school all over again, the first two years to be more exactly, when I hated each and every moment spent in the classroom. I hated the math classes and the math teacher, I hated the chemistry classes and the chemistry teacher etc, etc, etc. And I hated most of my colleagues. Now it’s okaish, cause the girls are nice, but really, stop making me go there!!!

I can hardly wait to be in BM again. It will be on week of riding my bike, taking stupid pictures, meeting people I do give a shit about, and ofc, more work on my tea project. Anyways, I really should stop bitching and enjoy the weather outside. At least that’s one constant source of happiness

Sleep until the sunlight burns you happy…