my computer, fucked up beautifully.

whatever i do, he responds with terrible harddisk sounds... i know it should be inspirative for me, and i should make music with it... but i don't feel like doing that kind of things.

and how do you feel today?

early morning

so i told my father to wake me up. just in case, i thought... i had to meet one of my professors around 8am... 'it means getting up at 7.10am, getting ready for the day and catching a bus at 7.30am'. that's what i thought at least.

my father had different plans. for some strange reason, he woke me up at 6.10am, and continued whatever he was doing (i.e. preparing for his work day). i'm not sure what kind of reactions you make at something like this, but i wasn't very happy person when that happened.
of course, i continued to sleep, but it just wasn't the same any more.

life...

one more to go

one more exam to go... and then i'm leaving for novi sad. maybe this blog dies then. well, nothing lasts forever... (and maybe it doesn't die).

stupidity

i am somewhat stupid. my stupidity is best describe with the word: stupidity. i don't like being stupid, but i'm forced to (sometimes).
i'm forced by the greatest authority in the world: myself.

some day i'll eat myself. can you shit then? and what will it be (shit)?

how to grease your glasses

just accidentally touched my glasses with my finger. as a result, i got grease 'stain', easily removable - only with help of detergent or something alike.
as you probably guess, it pissed me off. i'm thinking now not to like the name 'greasemonkey', and to stop thinking of diving in... i'm tha fuckin' grease monkey. you are, too.

it would be great to have grease-proof glasses. it's a good idea, anyway.