Extract from journal no. 2:
This is just something from some sort of journal I've started recently.
Thought it might be funny to share what sometimes goes on in my mind.
WARNING: this is just my state of mind and the time given (see the date above).
I'm not always thinking along the lines you read down here. (Just so you know...)


Thursday 17-09-2009 22:04h

I'm back in the pen again. Not sure whether I'm back in life as well.
I should probably try and get some sleep right now, but then I first have to
put on my pajamas and brush my teeth. Laziness.

I started this schoolyear with the resolution of excercizing about twice a week.
But I now believe that cycling up and down to Gouda nearly everyday is just as good.
Everytime, it seems when I open this book, I feel sort of disorientated in life.
It's like only then I start thinking about what I want and how I wwant to end up.

Anyway. I guess a diary is also to keep remembering things I've done in life.
Last Saturday I went to Appelpop with Marijn and Leonoor. It was fantastic.
Downright supercalifragilisticsexpidalidocious.
We saw Miss Montreal, The Deaf, de Heideroosje, Golden Earring, Epica, Rowwen Hèze and Babylon Circus.
Especially the last thing was awesome. Super happy music and even more amazing when you're drunk
(= about 1 beer, 1 white wine, some rosé about 2 shots /flügle things)
Not really drunk actually, I'm just not really used to alcohol (ad I'm not planning to be either).

But I've got my hopes up again.
It seems when you get out of social isolisation, you can find some nice boys hanging out there.
I also found out that male sweat van turn you on,
as it can even make total nerds feel like potential boyfriends
(until your braincells awake).

Anyway, I'm afraid my best friend is falling apart.
Everytime I lift up my left leg, with my iPod in my left butt-pocket,
I lose sound. It would be nice if I could get it fixed.

By the way: is it possible to become a good guitarplayer or actor
without ever touching a guitar or climbing the stage?
I mean: I do play a lot airguitar and I have really dramatic
conversations with myelf and I seem to think about it nearly 24/7.

It seems I can't keep another resolution as well: stop daydreaming.
The world and the me in my head just seem so much more interesting and colorfull.
The real world is just grey and dull and full of darkness.
And then I'm not just talking about myself.

Yesterday I told Gaby she was some sort of rolemodel to me.
I just had to, otherwise it would keep bugging me.
Not that it doesn't do that right now.
I'm curious whether it made her happy, or she thought I'd gone totally berserk.
She is pretty and friendly though.
And funny and she's got an awesome clothing style.
And she's got friends that live around the corner.
OH STOP IT! I'll talk myself into a depression.


(I wrote this quite a while ago. Now I don't even ride my bike anymore, since I find it too cold)