
"Je vais t'aimer demain, aujourd'hui je ne te connais pas encore".
It is the first sentence from Marc Levy's "Les enfants de la liberté", and it has become my current favourite quote, even though I have not yet even finished the second chapter of the novel.
I used to write a lot. And now, for the past year I've hardly written two short stories. And I am mad at myself for that. I loved to write, but then schoolwork attacked and I no longer felt the strenght to write something. I am hoping that this summer (2008) I will be able to get back in the world of writing.
I am a pessimist, lunatic, very much paranoid. I hate disappointing people, but I am quite a Schadenfreude also. I am one of the worst (best?) procrastinators you'll ever know, yet I still manage to keep up my grades. Some also call me perverted. I love shisha and vodka with coke. I hate it when people don't share food. Seriously, what the hell? When I go to McDonald's with my friends when we're starving we just buy a whole lot of food and eat it together.
Oh, and I also hate slow walking people. After living two years in Poland and being dependant on the bus and train, I've learnt to hate people who just walk like snails and get into people's way. Honestly, it just makes me want to shove them aside or slap them at the back of their heads.
And yes, I do realize that I sound like I have anger managment troubles. Sometimes I do, but I try not to yell at people when I don't need to. I just bottle up my anger and then just burst at a random unfortunate soul.
(joking)
I have no idea what I want to be or do in the future. Heck, I don't even know what University I want to go to. I at least thought that country wise I was decided (either UK or Belgium), but now that changed again as I'm drifting more toward Italy now. Help? (I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody! Help! You know I need someone, heeeelp!)
Oh. I am also a helpless romantic that, surprise surprise, has no love-life of her own. I so need a man in my life.