sad but sleepy.. or was that happy, yeah sad but happy, but I am kinda sleepy.. ok ok, sad but happy and sleepy, what if I'm just happy because I'm too sleepy to know better...whatever.. sad but sleepy works, let's just stick with that..
This time I actually am sad (not wrong, just sad) - it's been a month between blogs. You know how they say that time flies when you're having fun. (btw I have always wondered who they in fact are. If you know please drop me a line - that is to say if you are allowed to tell me. I wouldn't want any of those pesky little If I tell you I'll have to kill you deals since I'm pretty much sure that I wouldn't like the whole being dead thing nearly as much as being alife.) Time doesn't just fly when you're having fun, time just generally flies. But I guess that wouldn't make much of a saying for them so they dropped the fun part in for extra oomf.
In this month that has passed since I last gracioused you with my vitty verbal talent (make fun of my spelling and I will seriously hunt you down and torture you with hot pokers and hevy law books) absolutely nothing has happened. I wasn't even aware that it had indeed been a month because, yeb you guessed it, time flies. I haven't been having a whole lut of fun though, work's been boring and school's been crazy.
When I say (or in this case type) crazy I don't mean in the fun-pshycotic way but in that I remember sleep - it's been a couple of years but I seem to recall enjoying it kinda way. Which of course should be the ideal situation for me since sleep and I aren't really good friends, for some reason we don't get along very well. Believe me it isn't for my lack of trying, I've done my best to make peace with sleep but my attempts have only been succesful every once in awhile and on those occasions the experience hasn't been nearly as rewarding as I remembered it to be kind of like my relationships with men. Lately I haven't even tried to cultiwate any sort of friendship with sleep because I've just been too busyalso pretty much like my relationships with men. I've practically moved all my belongings into my car and spend my days and nights in school. I only go home every once in awhile to wash my clothes and say hi to my family.
Now if you would excuse me, I'm going to stop my endless mindnumbing ravings and go get some Change of Adress forms: currently reciding at BH-595 (that's my licenceplate), the parking lot of Reykjavik University, 103 Reykjavík, Iceland.
