I just washed my hair; it's such a bother.
Last night, among a ton of other things, I dreamed I dyed my hair in punk-like colors. It was all screaming pink and blue and god knows what. I concluded I overdid it, but it was a new look, and I really wanted a new look.
I don't believe in the mystical power of dreams. I believe dreams tell you of now, of your hidden thoughts and desires you're too busy to think of. So I think my dream told me that I'm longing for a wild change. For something that will completely transform me and shock all those around me.
And I am.
The reason I don't have a job still is that any job I can think of sound boring like hell to me. No ... challenge.
Well, yes, there is a challenge in every new job you start, but not the kind of challenge I'd like. I want to ... explore rainforests. Go hiking in a desert. Pray with Tibetan monks.
I want to do things that will make me think when I'm 80 yrs old: “That may not have been prudent, but it was fun.”
So, how do you go about doing something like that?
How do you go off to explore the jungle when you don’t have enough money to fly to London and back?
And besides, there is no place truly unexplored, truly new, no place I don’t know anything about on this world.
Everything is so close now, so… industrialized. I bet you, if I was to go to the deepest jungle, under the oldest trees, deep in the dark green of primeval forests, I would find someone selling souvenirs.
... a bit later ...
I just got “off the phone” with N.
I’ve downloaded Skype, and now I’m wondering why no one told me about it before. It’s such a cool program.
It would be even better if my microphone worked :).
Like this, N. was talking and I was typing :). So funny. Now all we have to do is hook up the cameras and we could have coffee together, nevermind she’s in Japan and I’m in Croatia :).
God, I love the Internet!
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