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Finally, my mind can breath. ... just sounds like a good mental images for what vacations fell like.
For some reason, i'm having a lot of "Wow, i'm feeling that, i can't remember when the last time i did was.".
And the human body should be able to purr. That would be good.
... it's weird how much not being able to sing out loud is making me insane-ish. One of the fun thing with music is to loose yourself in it. How can you do that when you're supposed to stay quiet.
Second night in a bed and i already miss that wooden box i sleep in. And my three thousand blankets covering it's walls.
Maybe i'm just paranoid or something, but now that the rest of the family is here, i can't sleep. I feel... exposed. Vulnerable in that bed. Not that anyone has a reason to do anything against me.
The lake is cool. At night, there are dozens of bats flying over it. It's funny to watch. Black shapes moving around, without a sound, sometime very close to me.
It's insane when i look at this place. It's huge. And my grandfather built the whole thing. It almost seems unreal when you think about it. But he has been slowly working on it for the last 30 years...
Time really needs to slow down. This place doesn't change a lot, so i notice it too much. I look at some of the things around. I remember helping build them, it's like if it was last year, but the date written in the cement is 1993...
Some random line that i'm having trouble putting into words here about how things always seem new and amazing even if you see them everyday once you stop to look at them.
More people need to try swimming with four flippers. The speed and manoeuvrability is fun...
I'm not awake enough to really care about spelling.
What's the point of having a beautifull floor if you can't walk on it. It seems stupid to me... Same for carpets.
The couch i used to sleep on has been reduced to a 2 place. The tool used to do that? Chainsaw. ... i still can't believe they really did that.
Digital TV suck. The shows aren't better, and you can't change the channel quickly.
This room currently annoys me. It has a fake "someone lives here" look. But it's really just things that have been put there because they didn't want them anywhere else. It stops me from being able to say that it's my room while i'm there.
Beds should be alive. Living stuff is comfortable. Dogs make good pillows.
It's always funny when you see basement full of computer in cheap science-fiction-ish movies. There's almost always someone who will make a comment about how it's impossible. And i laugh. Nobody gets it. And that makes me happy.
I'm really curious about how it works for normal people when they think about just moving their arms, legs or anything. Do they think about which muscle to contract? Do they picture it in the position they want it and it goes there without having to think about it? Something between?
The past is really annoying because it's gone. When you talk about it, you end up wanting it. But you can't have it. You can't even see it.
I hate when people ask me to do something, tell me to do it the way i think it should be done, and then complain that i'm doing it wrong.
And either you ask me to do one thing and i do it right away, or you ask me to do multiple things and i do them one after the other. Not both. I can't go make my bed and help wash the dishes at the same time.
... and yes, that's IF i do them.
(/Random stuff from yesterday, posted now for "Stupid dialup" reasons.)
For some reason, i'm having a lot of "Wow, i'm feeling that, i can't remember when the last time i did was.".
And the human body should be able to purr. That would be good.
... it's weird how much not being able to sing out loud is making me insane-ish. One of the fun thing with music is to loose yourself in it. How can you do that when you're supposed to stay quiet.
Second night in a bed and i already miss that wooden box i sleep in. And my three thousand blankets covering it's walls.
Maybe i'm just paranoid or something, but now that the rest of the family is here, i can't sleep. I feel... exposed. Vulnerable in that bed. Not that anyone has a reason to do anything against me.
The lake is cool. At night, there are dozens of bats flying over it. It's funny to watch. Black shapes moving around, without a sound, sometime very close to me.
It's insane when i look at this place. It's huge. And my grandfather built the whole thing. It almost seems unreal when you think about it. But he has been slowly working on it for the last 30 years...
Time really needs to slow down. This place doesn't change a lot, so i notice it too much. I look at some of the things around. I remember helping build them, it's like if it was last year, but the date written in the cement is 1993...
Some random line that i'm having trouble putting into words here about how things always seem new and amazing even if you see them everyday once you stop to look at them.
More people need to try swimming with four flippers. The speed and manoeuvrability is fun...
I'm not awake enough to really care about spelling.
What's the point of having a beautifull floor if you can't walk on it. It seems stupid to me... Same for carpets.
The couch i used to sleep on has been reduced to a 2 place. The tool used to do that? Chainsaw. ... i still can't believe they really did that.
Digital TV suck. The shows aren't better, and you can't change the channel quickly.
This room currently annoys me. It has a fake "someone lives here" look. But it's really just things that have been put there because they didn't want them anywhere else. It stops me from being able to say that it's my room while i'm there.
Beds should be alive. Living stuff is comfortable. Dogs make good pillows.
It's always funny when you see basement full of computer in cheap science-fiction-ish movies. There's almost always someone who will make a comment about how it's impossible. And i laugh. Nobody gets it. And that makes me happy.
I'm really curious about how it works for normal people when they think about just moving their arms, legs or anything. Do they think about which muscle to contract? Do they picture it in the position they want it and it goes there without having to think about it? Something between?
The past is really annoying because it's gone. When you talk about it, you end up wanting it. But you can't have it. You can't even see it.
I hate when people ask me to do something, tell me to do it the way i think it should be done, and then complain that i'm doing it wrong.
And either you ask me to do one thing and i do it right away, or you ask me to do multiple things and i do them one after the other. Not both. I can't go make my bed and help wash the dishes at the same time.
... and yes, that's IF i do them.
(/Random stuff from yesterday, posted now for "Stupid dialup" reasons.)
