Hard Start

Well, a friend of mine started blogging 53 days ago (yeah, I really did count the days), so I thought, "hey, why not try it too?"

I've got nothing planned for today, everything's coming directly from my (tiny) head. Let's see what comes out of this.

I'd like to start by telling how my vacation has been ruined. By nothing less than physics! And by no one else's choice than mine.

Long story short: I need physics to enter med school, and I was stupid enough to not take the classes. So today I went to speak to our student councellor, and we decided it was best for me to do the fourth (Laws of Movement or something :P) course on my own, independently! And how comes, our third episode at school started like two weeks ago. I'm in a big hurry if I want to actually learn something about the Great Movements.

Another weird thing I'd like to bring up is our student "government" elections that took place today at our school.

There were ten candidates in the elections: one from the third grade, two from the second, and seven from the first!

I was so disappointed about this. How comes only two from our year stood up for this position? There was actually a third, but she was appointed by a teacher, so when the candidates were presenting themselves, she said she rejected her nomination. So there we are, reduced to two.

Not that it didn't cross my mind to step forward, but I'm just being realistic (and maybe hypocritical at the same time). Why am I whining about no one willing to be a candidate, if I myself wasn't interested?

Well, I can't say I'm popular at school, and I doubt anyone would've voted for me. Maybe only two or three friends. I bet some of them would've voted secretly for someone else, and then say "Of COURSE we voted for you, Niilo!!!"

No reason to fool myself.

Okay, almost done. I'd just like to talk about one more topic. If you want, you can comment on this, and I'd love if you commented on anything or everything I write (YES, COMMENT, PLEASE! PLZZZ :D).

Why is it so hard to live with a crush/love? Is it so hard to understand the circumstances and let go? Or just, forget? Is it possible to forget?

And how comes that whenever you feel like you're getting over it, you find yourself caught in the same pithole? It's like... trying to run when you're stuck in quicksand. The harder you try, the deeper in it you get.

And getting additional associations, like when someone says "car" and you immediately think of the prohibited, ain't helping the "letting go"- part. "Car", or "dog", or "stool" or "turkey" or "sandcastle".... It doesn't have to be a rational association, it can be totally absurd.

And ehm, that's it for today.

I haven't decided whether I'll blog every day (like my friend, if she lets me, I'll mention her name next time) or once every now and then. I feel like I'd just stare at the keyboard one of these days, without nothing to say, if I start writing every twenty-four-hours!

We'll see what happens.

See you later alligator!