~izbpuuch

My head is dizzy again.
I've been stealing wireless Internet from a neighbor.
Oh, I am very sorry for that. But this city is costing me an arm and leg, and my head as well, apparently.

So I live in a crummy Marla Singer-type-of-apartment in the city of Helsinki. I live right above sex-shop, and... there's a large variety of latex objects, so I am moving now to horror fetish glamor fashion pictures...NOT.

The summer is probably over, but I had it all.
It was beautiful.
The smell of metro, the feeling after running in the rain, the fire and night, and some neverending books, and piles of scarfs all over me, and the freshly fried fish, the 1200 km in a car, the tea-ing in most impossible places,and dancing twister in a rusty 15-year-old amusement park, gigantic kebabs, and maybe some gigabytes of pictures' pixels in my laptop. Of memories. Not my so-called art of photography.

To have it, I will have to try harder

Have you ever updated you journal just because you wanted to show off the music you were listening to?
You know, very cool, very rare and alternative?
How many times?

I certainly have not. Really.
Especially not this time.
In order to prove it, I am writing in some very not-alternative and very common, and popular music for this journal entry.

It is not spring anymore, it is not summer yet.
And I have no inspiration, motivation, etc. for photography. Or in other words, I an tired of all my pics, I want to erase them all and give it a fresh start.
I just hope that this is temporarily.
My photography system is under maintenance. My photography server is temporarily unavailable.

Today I remember the books I read in my childhood - very American, from Lyman Frank Baum (yes, it's Dorothy!). I cherished her. My read only the first four, other ones where not available in Latvian. My favorite piece is the one where Dorothy goes to the land of Mangaboos where everything is made out of glass. What a nice fantasy.
Well, if theres a way how to get there, and none of the vegetable people left, I would like to go there. Right now. Tired of studies, tired of my life's insipidity, of doing chores (yes I live in dorms), and everything.
I just miss forest, I miss my dreams, my carefree childhood, I miss sleeping for 20 hours and sleeping in the tent. Something...natural. And untroubled by economics, logistics and finances.

As my journal looks pretty miserably I should update it. So.
Whats new.
Oh yes I kinda was in Japan for 3 weeks.
I truly love Japanese government for sponsoring this pleasure.
So thats why I have these very fresh and new pics.

But everything else is just wrong - I don't read anymore, I don't write, I don't think and I just don't...act intellectually.

So if you have some motivation pills nearby, devote them to me, please.

Gee I dont understand math anymore. That was the the thing I used to be really good at.
So now I am not the matematician anymore. And I am not an artist too. So who am I?
Can somebody devote me an identity please?