Sea, Sun.

My life is a book.

I have a story,

but it's not to say that everyone lives in a book as I do.

Second clementine in the past 3 minutes,

running my hands through the cold water,

I can just imagine jumping in the water

in months to come.

Summertime.

I am like Mersault who killed the Arab,

but I didn't kill anyone for any reason,

I just live spontaneously.

I sometimes catch myself being a hypocrite.

No need to justify why or no need to justify anything.

Just do as you would,

and make what you can,

live by everyday,

not by years to come.

And I, I am a hypocrite.

Pale in the winter,

tan in the summer.

I change every minute,

there's never a standard.

I judge and I reprimand myself.

I seek and sometimes I find.

And that is that,

and this is this.

I am me and you are you.

My life, it is a book.

Pain du pomme.

Take one thing at a time. I think I'll study in Brussels next semester. Ya, that sounds good. Oslo was pretty cool. Saw some Winter olympics up in the hills, found a 100 kroners on the ground. Ate some food, cooked some food. Drank some wine. Ate some gravy, etc...

Tuna Sandwiches for me. My new favorite thing. As well as walking and skating to school. And only washing my hair once a week...Dirrtaay.

St. Paddy's Day is Wednesday, probably go Karaokean. This Weekend: Chartes. Next Weekend: Dublin the fun in Ireland.

I just wanna go back to Berlin.

Bawlin.

I think I'll move to Berlin.