Wonderwall.

So. Im writing out of boredom. Not to make you feel bad or anything. Ok, this was my day. After I gave you a ride I returned home and fell asleep. I don’t really remember if I had any dreams, but I think so. When I woke up I was thinking of oreo cookies. REAL BAD. So I went and got some. Oreos got me thinking about Orion. And when I start thinking about stars I know my mind can wonder for hours. And it did. Now the problem is that, since I slept a lot, I can’t sleep now. Which sucks, because now I will stay up all night. Well, no, it does not suck so much. Probably I will read all night, which is pretty much ok. I also feel like taking a walk... actually thats just what I’ll do. I don’t even know if Im gonna send you this. Maybe I’ll put it in my blog so next time you see it, there is a text in english. And not only SOME text in english, but one specially taylored for you. Well, since other people are probably going to read this now, it shouldn’t get too personal. I’m shy.

The first half of the day went like this. At about 9 in the morning I was a awoken by a cellphone message from Mike, my good old friend in the far North. The ringing and the rumbling of the phone in my desk made a pretty awkward noise, and it took me a second to realize what it was. Anyway, I took my phone and became puzzled by my friend’s message. “Today I woke up hungry for a brunette”; it read. Of course, he is no cannibal, and his literary figure was more than clear. It was funny to think that, 1300km North from where I was, Mike was starting his day with a sex-craving, and a very specific one too. I wonder if he got any. After that, I fell asleep again. Then my phone started it’s ringing and rumbling all over again, and I had time to wonder whether it might be Mike again, perhaps feeling like sharing more of his early morning thoughts. But no, this time it was my girlfriend asking me to help her with an exam/homework/thing. Being the gentleman I am, I was unable to say no. I took a shower and went to her place, to gladly find that she had already done most of the exam, and that practically all of it was correct. She still had some things to take care of, so we decided to meet later and eat together.

Then I went back home. Shortly after, she arrived at my place and we watched the Sweden Vs Paraguay game. We ate and then I gave her a ride home. When I returned, I felt aslpeep, and now I’m writing out of boredom, not to make her feel bad or anyth—wait I’m having a deja-vu here. It some how feels like I had already said that... Have I become traped in a never-ending vortex of senseless-selfrepeating madness!?!?!
Eh... no, it seems not. Ok so basically I didn’t do much today, and the lady who was supposed to call me for a translation job (bitch) didn’t called. I still have some hope she will call and we can come to an acceptable fee. I mean, I do need the money. And she needs the translation, I think.

Now, on a different subject. Lets talk about wood. Yes, wood. A good old wood-talk, thats right. I like pine wood. But I like the forests better, and people shouldn’t cut trees down if until they are a certain size and should always plant more trees than they cut. And have a permit. Thats it. Thats my wood-talking.

I suck at wood-talk.