RIP

George Carlin (1937-2008)



Award-winning comedian George Carlin dies at 71.

izpitovje

Če mi po kakšnem čudežu pojutrišnjem uspe naredit oba izpita, potem še onega naslednji ponedeljek, potem unedva, katerih rezultate še čakam in nekak zmutit tole prakso, se lahko že poleti vpišem naprej in se hkrati izognem metodološkem praktikumu, ki pa ga ob jesenskem vpisu skor sigurno fašem, ker bodo ostali izbirci zabasani. Pis of kejk =D
Sam bi res pasalo met ene poštene počitnice, jih nisem imela že od gimnazije. Lansko leto sem se čist bolna vlekla okoli med kupi smrkavih robcev zadnje dni septembra, loveč zadnje možne izpitne roke, ko sem se poskušala učit pravo... tisto je bilo res slabo, rezultat pa presenetljivo dober =) Leto prej sem tudi v zadnjih dnevih čakala trešočih se ročic na nevemkajže, predpredleto pa je sredi septembra crknil sistem in rezultatov za zadnji izpit ni bilo skoraj do konca vpisnih dni. Ne vem, čemu tako kvazilenobno hrepenenje po stresu =)

Poznamo vsi tisto, ko ti trepalnica odpade, jo daš med dva prsta, si nekaj zaželiš, pihneš in poveš na katerem prstu bo ostala, ko ju daš narazen? Če zadaneš, se ti želja uresniči? Če ne, se uresniči želja druge osebe?
Včeraj je Gregor stisnil mojo odpadlo trepalnico med prsta. Želji-check, pih-check. Ko je dal prstka narazen, pa trepalnica ni ostala na tistem, ki sem ga določila :( Želja padla v vodo. Potem pa je rekel "I wished for your wish to com true." ...ej no <3
UP YOURS, mystical forces of granting wishes! Didn't see that one coming, did you?! =D

Dejmo se že fucking preselit.

Kaj pa se zgodi, ko bi res rad nekaj povedal, pa ne moreš, ker je preveč nagravžno in se po vsej verjetnosti ne spodobi povedat na glas? Komu potem poveš? Kam potem napišeš? So stvari, ki jih ne smeš povedat. Ker bi te katerakoli oseba, ki bi ji kaj takega zaupal, opomnila na to, kako slabo je, vsakič, ko bi se videla. Ne z besedami, morda s kretnjo ali pogledom. Ne namenoma. Ker potem si ti tej osebi asociacija na zaupano. Ljudje prenesejo dosti manj, kot dajo vedet.

V naši mali ulici pa še vedno stoji hiša, v kateri so odnosi v družini malodane bolni, ljudje pa vsako leto bolj vdani v svoje psihološke anomalije.

Dejmo se že fucking preselit.

Leonard Cohen

Don't matter if the road is long

Don't matter if it's steep
Don't matter if the moon is gone
And the darkness is complete
Don't matter if we lose our way
It's written that we'll meet
At least, that's what I heard you say
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see, I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second hand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
You learned it on your father's knee
And at your mother's feet
But did you have to fight your way
Across the burning street
When all our vital interests lay
A thousand kisses deep

I'm turning tricks
I'm getting fixed
I'm back on boogie street
I'd like to quit the business
But I'm in it, so to speak
The thought of you is peaceful
And the file on you complete
Except what I forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep

Don't matter if you're rich and strong
Don't matter if you're weak
Don't matter if you write a song
The nightingales repeat
Don't matter if it's nine to five
Or timeless and unique
You ditch your life to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep

The ponies run
The girls are young
The odds are there to beat
You win a while, and then it's done
Your little winning streak
And summon now to deal with your invincible defeat
You live your life as if it's real
A thousand kisses deep

I hear their voices in the wine
That sometimes did me seek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
There's no forsaking what you love
No existential leap
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

Tole mi gre po glavi zadnjih nekaj dni. Skos. Res SKOS. Je pa mucho better, če poslušaš njegov glas zraven ;)