Hello world out there!
this will be my first journal entry. I'm not really good at writing things in a journal and my life doesn't contain one extraordinary event after the other so please don't expect epic tales of shooting trips to France or Britain (although I'd really like to do them^^), great stories of my being number one in all studying classes at university or fiery and exciting love affairs.
There's just ordinary life with me sometimes creating small pieces of my own Wonderland in shape of pictures, clothes or strange stories and texts.
One of these texts came to life yesterday, when me and my best friend sat in our philosophy class about writing philosophical-scientific texts (or was it philosophically scientific texts
whatever). Almost instantly after writing it, I came to the conclusion it could at least be a little worth sharing with the world (or just those who delight in reading some nonsense^^).
So this came out while we were supposed to read a text (general topic: animal philosophy) and subdivide it in passages, then find out the main topics and the whole heart thesis of it:
"Actually I should be working right now. Unfortunately, working doesn't really want to work. The text is fine, I understand it quite well but I'm not that good in subdividing and finding out what the main topics are. At least I'm not motivated to. My neighbour is writing very diligently and it seems that he's quite good at what he's doing at the moment and that doesn't motivate me further. I don't feel cleverer next to him writing enthusiastically, you see?
But alas! It is like it is. The second task
man thinks himself better than animal but is actually nothing other than an animal himself. That's the way. So much for that. I think, the author is somehow right. My neighbour is still writing. Creepy. Sarah's been talking again, she's talking a lot. I hope, she will do the class on her own for us, she likes discussing with the lecturer. I think Laura's pretty nice. I'm drifting away from the text, the tasks and the class topic. 15 minutes to go. Oh dear. But it seems the lecturer doesn't pick students to tell their results to the class. At least I hope so. And if she does, my neighbour has to read his stuff, he's been writing a lot.
Let's see what heart topics will be presented now. A cell phone is ringing. No, not at all, it was rather speaking. Oh, presentation starts! Wait! A spontaneous interjection! My neighbour just compared a quite arrogant seeming, male member of the class to Ambrose Jakis from the Kingkiller Chronicles. And I think it fits. I smiled. Somehow I'm drifting away from the class topics again. Man is reasonable, animals are not? Sorry? Well, sure. If man says so, it just must be true! o.O [imagine me sighing at this point] And what's the main thesis of this text? Honestly? I don't care anymore. My thoughts are gone and are circling around the story I'm writing at the moment.
I'm writing my thoughts on this philosophy class down, so I can at least write anything free (not scientific) to not lose myself in the feeling of emptiness in my stomach or the urgent need to play Mario Kart Wii. So I write down these thoughts. These thoughts are a little strange and unstructured
and my foot decided to go numb. With happiness I'm looking over to the clock and what do I see there? Class is over! The lecturer is still talking (she likes to talk, too). I'm thinking about buying food for the evening meal. Today there will be vegetables; I need something good and sound today. I think by the way, that man indeed is some strange kind of animal. He's just much more self-satisfied. Now it's over. Finally."
that's what can come out of my head, when sitting in a university class. Optional things I do there are writing my story, creating shooting ideas, designing clothes in small corners of my writing papers or sometimes even following the class.
See you to the next entry, whenever it will come
Listening to: Car-noises o.O (window's open)