The day after...

Or:
- "The evening before"
- "The afternoon before"
- "Turning 29"
- "Growing old"
- "Hellish birthdays"
- "Random thoughts"

Well, I could continue finding suitable headlines for the post, but I guess it the long it's boring to read.

I'm really happy about getting a painters set - especially since I've been needing a hobby for a number of years, and been considering painting for a few of those... The main thing stopping me has been my brother's besserwisser attitude towards those things - he doesn't realise how much I know about colour composition etc. The knowledge I've been missing was mostly about brushes and canvas - meaning how the dried paint looks after using a certain type of brush on this or that canvas. This knowledge I think I'll find in the book I got from my other brother (yes there's a rhyme).

The cutest present was of course the squirrel, especially since accompanied by my cute girlfriend. (I'll remove the photo if there are protests)




I really felt sick when getting home from the party in my honour (well, mine and Hanni's.... or, mine, Hanni's and Lyd's since we all got present) last night. I didn't have too much to drink or eat. I didn't get some bacteria or virus running... I just got home after being bombarded with negative comments about me (hearing I'm too fat, and I'm worth less than the dog living there etc.) and a lot of booooring conversations I don't care about (some videos me and my brother made when kids, thinking we were movie producers/actors - and being asked 3-5 times why I don't remake the old video tapes to a DVD... of course I could tell them that the current generation of DVD's won't be used any more in ten years, but why bother talking to people who only listen to their own voices?)

I don't really care that much about turning 29, since it's just a number. Maybe I'll care more next year - but then probably more because it's a tradition. I care about traditions more than I care about my age.

Yesterday, I really got annoyed about the dog nibbling on my arm or hand any chance he got - especially after getting rid of it and then getting some weird "lecture" about "the dog lives here and you don't - he can do whatever he wants, accept it". It's extra weird that my evil stepfather just walked away after I asked (kind of politely, but a bit irritated - and of course with some irony) if I should just let the dog do whatever he want to me just because he lives there.. Well I don't want to swear here so I'll just say I was "a bit upset"..

I love having this blog to write in - how did humanity survive for so long with this kind of stuff?

This blog saves my mind once in a while - since it's so easy to write like to a diary, while my princess gets the whole thought patterns :)

So, in my first painting, whould I put the horizon two thirds from top or two thirds from the bottom? There must always be balance in an image, not only in colour, but also in positioning....

Even though I'm sad and currently have low self-esteem, I'm weirdly happy after todays Hanni-talk

So, the thoughts:

In sadness
In health
I walk

In work
In song
I talk

In thought
In danger
I love

In black
In white
I watch

I see
I hear
I taste

In memory
In feelings
I cry

In flavour
In smell
I care without details

In Sight
In judgement
I distrust

In travels
In knowledge
I relax

I understand
I know
I care

... therefore I am