Things....
well first of all...
I am an uncle now! yay!
second of all, what bugs me more.
I feel I'm loosing touch with my friends at home...
Whoever I'm thinking of, I gotta be the one to phone sbdy....
And... well... the last guitar lesson I had.
I haven't felt so ridiculed that much since my first "üwatrittsprüfung" with the trumpet.
The last guitar lesson was.... devastating at best.
The funny thing is, my teacher didn't want to "get me that way".
But now I feel even smaller than I feel normally. And to be honest, thats not good.
it feels kinda like
for(i=22; i< klemens.getLifeSpan();i++)
wakeup;
godoSomething();
goToSleep();
and that simply has no goal whatsoever.
I agree with schally, most of us only blog when they're drunk or sad, but it overcomes more and more of myself.
The latter one.
mfg klemens
Queen - Don't stop me now
I am an uncle now! yay!
second of all, what bugs me more.
I feel I'm loosing touch with my friends at home...
Whoever I'm thinking of, I gotta be the one to phone sbdy....
And... well... the last guitar lesson I had.
I haven't felt so ridiculed that much since my first "üwatrittsprüfung" with the trumpet.
The last guitar lesson was.... devastating at best.
The funny thing is, my teacher didn't want to "get me that way".
But now I feel even smaller than I feel normally. And to be honest, thats not good.
it feels kinda like
for(i=22; i< klemens.getLifeSpan();i++)
wakeup;
godoSomething();
goToSleep();
and that simply has no goal whatsoever.
I agree with schally, most of us only blog when they're drunk or sad, but it overcomes more and more of myself.
The latter one.
mfg klemens
Queen - Don't stop me now