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These days: swift changes, grey weather, nonchalant melancholia and dreams about reform reform schools and all-girl residencies. Things could be better.
Mandatory (but absolutely unnecessary) weather update: WHERE THE EFF DID THE SUMMER GO? Dude, we haven’t seen the sun in a week, and apparently it ain’t coming back for at least another week. The constant rain and wind are depressing, even more so with all the major droughts going around in other places of the world. I don’t think the weather gods class of 2011 ever heard of a little something called “moderation”. Blagh.
Here’s a little mix I made for these strange times. Uplifting music is truly necessary. Keep your chin up, girl.
Another little treat from Spain. The weather is currently dreadful around these parts, dark and humid and completely uninviting. I’m glad there was plenty of sun down in Málaga, otherwise I can safely say this has been one of the most unsummery summers I’ve ever had.
Currently going through a few emotional ups and downs, but all in all I feel strangely calm about everything. I’m discovering the joy of being alone, going out by myself for ice cream or a beer and sitting down with a good book. And lots of cigarettes. Ugh.
Anyway, I wanted to post a few (more) pictures from Spain. If you’re my friend on Facebook, chances are you’ve already been bombarded with these, but what the hell. Picture overload time!
Just got back from a 10-day trip to Spain. Many, many photos to come, but let me just say two things:
1. Being internet-free for nearly two weeks is one of the best things that could happen to anyone. It was great to pass my time reading, drawing, and writing, or in any case focusing on ONE THING AT A TIME, instead of living under the permanent illusion of productivity while letting the multitasking devils take over my body.
2. I am now a firm believer in karma: during our trip, every single one of my friends suffered immensely from mosquito/general bug bites. Seeing as I’m used to being a perpetual target for all the unsightly critters of the world, I boarded the return plane with a big smirk, announcing that – for once! – I had not been bitten or stung a single time during the trip. Two days later, my arms/face/legs/chest are covered in what appear to be mosquito bites. Literally covered. So, yeah. Either it’s karma or the powers that be will just not let me be a smug jackass.