January 13, 2009 § Leave a comment
This autumn I’m planning to go to spring. Yes, I’m going to head for the southern hemisphere, effectivly skipping autumn and winter and getting spring and summer again. The plan is to go to Brisbane and Griffith University and study Master of design futures. Seems good for me, since I want to work more on my skills as a graphic designer.
I’m not sure if it will work out, I’m not sure if I’m gonna leave, I still have to labs in Object Oriented Programming left from the bachelor (in Interaction Design, but really it’s a BaS: Bachelor of Science. Way cool) before I can even apply. I still have to actually apply. You know, write all the papers, send them in with snail mail, wait for a reply…
And then hope for the best.
So I don’t think about it much, I do get small bouts of panics from time to time, that this will be the worst choice of my life and so on but that’s it. That I’m aiming to high when I think I could have a better life then I do. I mean, I have an interesting education, good friends and a functioning body. Why do I want rich, happy and love? Why not just contempt with what you got. Have a smile and a coke and STFU. As they would say. Ok, I do think about it, maybe not in big quantities but the effort that goes in to doing it is high. I don’t think about it in everyday normal life, you could say, I only think about it when I’m weak.
When I was reading Condé yesterday, Fisk called me all of the sudden. I’m not used to talking on the phone with him and frankly we’re crap at it. From my side mostly because I have no Idea what to tell him when I can’t see his face, he has a tendency to sound so disappointed or ironic the whole time. From his side I’m guessing he is just crap at it in general. Anyhow, he doesn’t usually call me at all, so I figured he had something on his mind. And he did. Being bored of everything he has decided to maybe come to Australia at the same time as me. . I’m not gonna call it “come with me”, that just feels to pressuring. But he will maybe be there. Can you imagine the luck? Last time I was away I was dying from not having him with me. He is my best of friends and my lifesaver.
To prevent any assumptions, I’ll do the disclaimer at once. No, we are not a couple. I love him with all my heart and we are friends. And that’s it. Capiche?
I celebrated the potential company with a glass of wine (ehm, two. three at the most.) while I was finishing up work, and got a huge migraine as a thank you from my body. Didn’t get to sleep until six in the morning since I didn’t have any pills at home, I thought, spent half the night bent over the toilette seat almost throwing up from the pain and nauseau. Then I remembered I might have one pill left, went rumaging for it and finding it, almost throwing it up immediatly after swallowing, fell a sleep like a baby. I really hate those nights.
Off course I didn’t have time to finish either, since my forehead felt like someone was poring boiling water over it after drilling a hole down to the brain so they could soak that too..
So I’m at it again. At least I got quite far yesterday.
Since I finally know when I’m getting cash, I’m gonna celebrate it by shopping som food and making a serious dinner. The last couple of days have been horrible. Not because my fridge is empty but because I have no inspiration for cooking when I’m broke. My spice-intuition is all gone.
Anyway, this will hopefully be a good day. Laters!