Queer

I feel queasy. Tonight I drove Joris home at I think the exact same as I did yesterday ... and as I took the same route back home, the same streetlight deactivated as I drived by, just like yesterday.
And somehow I've been feeling dizzy since a few hours. Time to hit the sack.

Go away!

Here I'm sitting at home in the evening, around 10 o clock, nice and comfy in my camping tuxedo.

Suddenly my doorbell goes.
I think "whoever could it be?" My door is already locked, my curtains already closed.
My front door screams "go away!"
In a ... figurative sense*, of course.

I open the curtains, and the door, and see two unknown people.
The male person says: "Good evening, we're from a Christian organisation and we were wondering if you would invite us in and have a nice chat with us."
Uhh ... how about nooooooo!
So I respond to them: "Erm, no I'm kinda busy with something, sorry."
(yeah busy getting you guys to go away.)

So I close the door and all was well again!

Conclusion: Christian people like to talk about God with people wearing pyjamas.
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* how cool would it be if my door would actually scream "go away!" when people try to knock?!

God

"How will I define God?
Maybe God is what you are to me; a place confined to one soul reserved for moments rather kept outside our runtime environment. Maybe calling upon God in times of consolation is like writing a journal entry in a place where you are free to ponder over the words endlessly without someone watching over your shoulder. Then when you are satisfied with the words and its implications, you can go about your daily life once more, helped back on your way by God, who will hold on to your words until someday you might need them again. Which leads me to a, considered controversial or blasphemous even, conclusion; at the end of our lives we have created God. Yet how can I be blasphemous? For starters, my religious views are coherent with atheism and secondly I have paid my two cents by capitalizing 'His' name. From my point of view, religion is misinterpreted. Consider being at the peak of your life, the bonding phase of life where offspring tends to come about. Children, each with a yet undefined space, waiting to be filled by a life-long process which forms their God. Taking it even further... if we, their parents, create their God for them, their God will take the shape of our God, and God will have created God.
...and seeing as people have a natural drive to share spaces of intellect, it's not altogether surprising how religion came about."

Undirected complains are useless

People like to complain, people love to complain. Especially old people. Everytime I hear old people converse, they compete who has the most pains. Like no other old person suffers from a sore back or swollen feet. Now since I've developed this philosophy that undirected complains like those are useless and that people are much better off just being happy for a change, some kind of sadistic karma seems to bite me in the blubber. If anyone knows the cause of my windshield being broken all of a sudden I'd love to hear it.

Wuzzy

I am totally not resistant to alcohol ... everything is moving with delays.

Riiiiiiiight ,,, and now?

I feel weird. I've been going out and hanging around with friends all week lang. Now I'm home and I don't really know what to do. I feel like I should go somewhere, but I know I don't need to go anywhere.

Ahh this week really was awesome. I'm now the proud owner of a green Hyundai Excel and the feeling of freedom is really good. I hope it doesn't take more than a week before I can get into my car without smiling like a doofus. Tomorrow I have a test about differential equations, I hope I can ace it.

Ganbatte!

It occurred to me how misinterpreted the phrase "do your best" is, and why wouldn't it be? I mean, no one is ever doing their best, it could always be better. Still, there must be a physical limit at what a person can achieve while doing something, whatever that may be. Imagine doing for just once your 'best'. It would immediately set a benchmark for the limits of your skills ... scary.

Bored

I'm bored.

What should I do?

Frustrated Insomniac

Right, I just spent 5 hours trying to sleep in vain, cause the roommate I had is the most noisiest lumberyard at night I've ever heard! He's like a raging tornado kicking around in his sleeping bag until he finally falls asleep, and then he starts snoring with an amplitude which can not be muffled out with an 80% volume Porcupine Tree o_O

The only thing you can change about the past is the way you feel about it in the present

Waves & Electrostatics

Poooweeeeee!
Next tuesday I'll have my oral exam for Engineering of Complex Systems I. Exciting exciting!
Until now I've written summaries for regular wave theories and how to derive the wave equation. We will be treating at least one specific problem, "grandma's clothes line." I almost managed to solve it a second time but there's one thing I am missing somewhere which results in a -sign error.

Next semester will be prrrrretty cramped study experience I think.

Improperly impractical

How the hell did I manage to forget my glasses AND my contact case?!

Impractical sleep deprivation

I don't quite understand how the thing that's supposed to be the easiest thing ever, doing nothing, is supposed to be so hard. Is it because of something I did in my waking life for too long? Cause I couldn't stop thinking about emulsions ... >.<. It sucks. I had exactly the same thing last week, on sunday night as well. And I have ECS presentations on monday which are quite complicated. It's not practical.

I feel blah now.

Here we go!

Tomorrow it's back to school, I don't really mind anymore. I haven't done much useful in the holidays (my journal contains a lot of empty pages), but tomorrow I'm gonna meet school head on! Tum tada dum tada dum tada dum tada dum dum dummmmmm. Doink!

Happy New Year!

*Taken outside my aunt n uncle's house*