Well, a hobby and a pallet

A week and Picture: Somewhere, deep in the city, a railway to nowhere can still be found. An escape pod off the sick giant that is Bogota. I have always been fascinated by railways. Hopefuly, in some years, I'll be movilizing in a train. M.

Location: Study - Incense would make me sick - bit desperate

Feeling: exhausted

Listening to: Coldplay – Politik

It hasn’t happened yet. Shit.
I know I said it would be ready, but maybe the fact that I have prediceted it doesn’t make it happen. Well then, inverse psychology: IT WON’T HAPPEN THIS WEEK!

I’m soaked in Politik, I’ve been listening to it all the evening.

I’m surprised my studying spree is coming to an end so close to vacations. Because I am already exhausted. I still have two more exams to go [of two pretty (shitty) subjects, guess which!) Well, once I’m done with those, I’ll have a last one next monday, and I’m done. Off to vacations. Well, remember that wacky inspiration scene I had last entry? Well, I was about to start writing when they called me for something of reference, now I can’t remember what, but the thing was that I spent almost 10 minutes on the phone, and when I hung up, it had gone. The inspiration had drained somewhere before I could even grab it and sniff it intently. So I would go crazed with it and write a decent begging for a story. Well, as I myself have said so many times, forcing inspiration is a bad idea. A text is like a painting, if you take the colors and force’em to the canvas, you get Jackson Pollock, but if you have the correct source, and the proper location, you might just get a Jacques-Louis David.

I noticed, in a lunch yesterday (brunch in my case), that having a hobby makes you happy, and, as a bonus, apealing. I don’t want acceptance by any of my peers hehehe, never (NEVER!) I just found it quite soothing and satisfying. Anyways, yesterday I saw gardening, what could I do? Well the cooking is already in the list, but I don’t see it as much of a hobby. I think I lost my chance with musical instruments (I would practically kill to be able to play one), I’ll have to confort myself with my quena (Quiere que le toque la flauta? - Yeah very funny...- I’m serious!). Anything as random as pottery for example? (Ok, stop messing around). Jeez, I don’t know. Well, know for the first time in the history of this blog, I ask YOU the (non-existing) reader, to suggest a hobby for Sharkman to do. Nothing too dirty please (I just hate washing up before and after everything, it tak- Well aren’t you a pervert?).

Returning to the trip to Spain, I’ve been wanting to suggest a fund raising idea so that we may have more money. I was thinking of a Scavenger Hunt, but it doesn’t have too much of a economic prospekt. You can only charge the entrance fee and that doesn’t give too much capital to the cause. I’ve been exploring other possibilities, but I suppose it is true, making money is hard, bitch.

Hmm, after some months of a break I returned to Yahoo! Answers. I keep forgetting what good of a site it is, and well I’m Sharkman over there for anyone who might want to add me to their contact list. The avatar is recognisable enough.

Anyways, as I said above, It will not happen this week!! (Hehehe).

I abused of “well” today, didn’t I?

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: I want to dream I’m in a pet shop again, killing someone.