last chance for november to make a post or something...

I just was gonna read some old stuff.

I really only blog when I'm more or less depressed...

last few weeks weren't easy, so to say.
hearin' some good ol' jamie cullum atm.

I really like this dude.
pretty cool music. from rather chilly to some good sort-of-jazz...

I guess I should be bloggin' more often now. not many posts in 2008.
Has something to do feelin' like my life is not really much worth mentioning...

Still studyin' rather fine i guess. Not too good, not to shabby either.
Sittin here at Ferrum - City with a CaMoCo. I guess not much to say. but I think I'll try nevertheless.

Hope of havin' a band some time soon. Still I guess I should try to get into a decent music school or something.
I was readin' my blog earlier. And one consistent thing besides my more or less pathetic life is me likin' playing the guitar.

Am I gonna ask myself the same questions my whole life? Where we come, where we go, and that whole other more or less pathetic stuff to ask oneself without any self-consience or kinda like that.

Expectations - measuring up to them. I don't know fo'sho if I can. Or even if I want to.

Is somebody good at this? or at that?
Is it really that important? am I overestimating that whole stuff?
(sippin' from the CaMoCo)
I dunno. All I know is, that my selfesteem is somewhere around -1 (well, thats good if you are a semaphore... so much for IT-insiders...)

Life is rather strange. I dunno how else to say that. Wha'eva.

Jamie Cullum -Twentysomething

After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.

Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we're just the same.

Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.

Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.

I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.

Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that’s enough,
there surely must be more. Ooooh

Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.

doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah

I’m a twenty something.
Let me lie in, Leave me alone.
I’m a twenty something.

doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah

Is it that? or some part? well. I guess the journey hasn't really started yet.

Nor will it ever end.