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| Current music: | Gackt: Blue |
“There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is dangerous.”
-Hannah Arendt
So, again at my sister's place. I'm positively freezing here despite my pullover, two blankets and a pile of pillows. It must be something like +17 here, meaning that I can hardly type.
A new year, new tricks. My New Year's Eve was as boring as it has been for years, meaning I read some fanfiction until around 11 pm and then went to bed. Oh the excitement and thrill. ¨_¨ And of course I kept mentally cussing at every single idiot who deared to fire rockets and scare our dogs. Oh, sure rockets are pretty and mosty made by kids in China/Thailand... who risk their lives each and every day at work. *notices she is ranting again and shuts up*
But I learned something abouth myself while reading. I noticed that though I like the nice, happy, sweet stories, I can't read too many of them before I start to feel really lonely. They make me wish I had someone to cuddle next to and someone who wouldn't mind warming my frozen fingers. I might appear as heartless/emotionless but that is a far cry from the truth. And so as not to feel so abandoned I mostly like to read the more violent/hurting/insane ones, which means I should get my text documents a password, as well as my gallery.
I'm sorry you had to put your journal friends only, Gabby.
Okay, I should start wrapping up and go home, 'cause my brother has his birthday today. And I still have plenty to do before school starts.
“If I were not an atheist, I would believe in a God who would choose to save people on the basis of the totality of their lives and not the pattern of their words. I think he would prefer an honest and righteous atheist to a TV preacher whose every word is God, God, God, and whose every deed is foul, foul, foul.”
-Isaac Asimov
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