On popular demand, I’ve promised to write on this thing for a few weeks now. Hehe, I think my parents are right about the initial fascination over bloggwriting dicipating a bit. To be quite honest though, I feel like I’ve de-routed from my preliminary idea of why I started writing in this blogg. I wanted to write about everything but the things that’s always going on inside my head, and instead, it ’s become all about what’s going on in my manic depressive mind.
To be quite honest I don’t feel quite safe writing anymore because I feel like I have to justify why I write the way I do, about the things I write about. Why I feel the way I do. And I’ve come to realize that everything I do in my life is related to how I feel. I can’t, and I never will be like a lot of other people who can go about their world under the pretense that nothing really bugs them.
Ok, don’t get me wrong, I like my life, and I’m still keeping myself busy. According to me the days are still too god damn short!
…But once in a while… more often than I care to admit, I crumble, my view of the world wavers as if for a moment I’m seeing the world through the illusion that I’ve put up for myself. Then, I don’t know what keeps bringing me back. Probably the fact that I have too many people around me that cares. Too many people whom I would hurt if I actually fell into the fucked up world of a full-blown depression. And to be quite honest, hurting them hurts me much, much more than whatever pain I can give myself.
None the less, you see what I mean, sometimes I don’t know what to write about besides these kinds of emotions.
But alright, in true diary form quite a few things has happened lately. The novischeri came and went. I think we did a good job. The last hurdle is getting the next generation of mentors/fadders together so more people get the chance to have the same kind (or even more) of fun.
As soon as that was over we had a moving in party and the weekend after that the Bear and a friend had a joint birthday party.
The first exam came and passed as well. Haven’t gotten the result back yet but hopefully I haven’t messed it up too bad.
The day before last we also went to a mustasch concert. I never realized how fun people-watching is on a concert!
Birds-eye view is the best! haha. I have to say, there are some freaky fans out there. At one point the singer joined the crowd and as he was standing in the middle of it all one guy seemed to be in ecstasy when he got the chans to hold him as a friend. The singers “watchman” had to slap his hand away. Later into the concert I saw the freakiest of it all though. He had either wet his pants in refusal to go to the bathroom (god forbid he miss anything of the concert) or he had cum so hard watching his idol do his thing that he could barely stand straight. Either way, he’s a sad sod. He just kept standing there looking down on his pants and looking frusterated and then looking back at the singer and smiling again.
Yes, I know, I’m a socionom, I should have more understanding for humankind, but it must also be a little freaky for a person who’s under public scrutiny and relies on his fans to make any money. In some sick way, I guess both sides kind of need eachother.
So anyway, with all this going on, we STILL haven’t had the chance to finish fixing up our apartment. Well, atleast not the details that really make it “home”
, but I DO have a few pictures of the apartment finally!

Compare it to this!