Thoughts, quotes and impressions
Never let your sister talk you into watching too many episodes of Doctor Who. It will mess with your mind and leave you with an altered reality perception.
I fill my legs and quote book with quotes and they make me laugh, but still it is the inevitable truth that something is ending. That a Rose by any other name doesn’t always smell as sweet. That however much you reach out someone always run faster than you. That sand is slipping through your fingers.
I dress myself in my longest, brownest cloaks and make woshing sounds. I run like a madman, I fall through glass roofs, I pick up every screwdriver I can get my hands on.
I close my eyes and ruffle up my hair.
I do realize that the time has come. That it doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, five years is only five years. It begins to come clear, even to me, that all things have to end, and when that time comes all your running and hair-ruffling and cloaking have been for nothing.
This is the end, the end of time.
I don’t want to go.
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Do you think I’m taking this a little too seriously?
Juggling!
I suddenly found myself with a lot of spare time on my hands as the summer holiday is drawing ever nearer and homework is as good as non-existent. I have tried several methods of making my day as interesting as possible. Yesterday I made an experiment watching Doctor Who and reading Sandman. It was highly successful, but soon my head ached and I felt all soggy after watching Doctor Who
for two hours
in my tiny bedroom.
(A friend of mine claims that it’s not that small, it’s only me that’s filled it with books and … books. Maybe this is true.)
Which lead me to feverishly trying to find other entertainment.
Then!
It fell into my head like an exploding light bulb.
Juggling. Of course it had to be juggling. As a result, I’m now on my way to becoming a juggler. It will take time.
I have time.
Wind hushing through the trees. Straw hats and pollen. The summer has arrived. I’m intrigued by the fact that summer seems to be everyone’s favourite season. Why not appreciate the autumn storms, winter coziness and the new life of spring in the same way? I agree, the light lasts a bit longer and the weather is a bit warmer,
but,
don’t anyone care about myths anymore?
The sentence above is interesting for two reasons: 1) It is an important part of modern society
and 2) I made it up for no apparent reason.
… my newfound favourite Doctor, David Tennant, is turning 39 today.
Great! Like … if you were wondering.
Or something like that.
You know.
The Doctor’s birthday … it’s an important day, right? A bit shimmery?
- Sore throat and cough drops in happy harmony.
- Tea enough for a British army.
- Old college jumpers.
- Low quality -version of ”Doctor Who” on YouTube.
- New knee-high socks.
- Grey weather and rain (rain! Now? It’s winter!)
- Books.
Wish me luck.
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