Rimfrost
Bathing truly is “laundry of the soul”.
Not that it solves any problems (bar being smelly!) but at least it allows for a moment to gain a bit of perspective. It’s like boiling the brain, then have all the porous fragments fall down to the bottom and form a slushy gel, taking up a lot less space in that head of mine.
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A lot of things I’ve been falling behind on.
Well not really a lot, but one or two I really hope to be done with before the end of the week (like sorting an album-cover for Zebastian‘s upcoming EP).
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Training is progressing steadily, and today I realized how I actually feel good about my body whenever I see myself in the mirror. That certainly hasn’t always been the case, and it makes me feel very healthy! Though I miss my bro’, as gyming with him is a lot more competitive than doing it alone – always pushing me to the limit.
He’s turning 21 this Thursday and I think it’s the first time I won’t be able to go see him on his birthday. Feels straight down shitty, but I know going there would have me end up feeling like I really need to be somewhere else (which I do). I’m sure he will have a good time anyways and I already know I’m excused, but I would have liked to see him.
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The exhibition is closing in and things seems to be shaping up pretty well. Not without complications, but so far we have been able to hammer them all out. Looking forward to spending some time with Carro in Stockholm and putting my art up someplace public again – it’s always a blast to see people’s reactions and have a chat with the visitors.
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Studies are going fairly well, but I really can’t seem to work very well in the current atmosphere that is due in the classroom. Luckily the teacher noticed this and on her own initiative suggested that I may proceed taking the rest of the course per distance. She’s well aware of the state of the class and as I’m very capable of getting things done and taking responsibility (wait, that’s pretty much a contradiction to what I just wrote above, right?) it ought to work out just fine.
Truth be told, I almost sprung into tears. It was like a big stone was lift from my chest. It will be a lot easier for me to study without all that ruckus around me.
Nothing ill against the middle-aged women my class mainly consists of – they are all kind individuals and devoted to what they do. It’s just that they feel a seemingly unstoppable urge to share their every experience with the class, and more commonly than not they all do it at the same time! I won’t argue that I’m not learning a lot from listening to them, but it simply takes too much energy to both focus and leave out the “less important” details about people’s relatives and what was on TV some week ago.
24 women and me. Basicly it’s a hen-house, and I’m about the only “cock” in it.
I’m glad to be pulling out.
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And it will actually happen fairly soon, as I’m going to be working in the field throughout February, and as such will not be expected to attend class. Nifty!
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So basicly the diary is about things that have not gone as I had planned (for both better and worse) and how it’s good to remind oneself not to take things or people for granted.
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