With every passing month I'm more embarrassed with my previous journal, so I have to write a new one to cover that one up. The fact that I have nothing to write about is of course irrelevant
isn't it always?
I have spent half of my winter holidays (or whatever you are suppose to call them) lying flat on my belly and watching tv, and the second half trying to ski. I managed not to brake any of my bones, nor anyone else's bones, so it's a success. Still I'm terrible at skiing
I'm scared of going too fast, so I ski so slow that
insert clever punchline here. I'm too lazy for this sh*I today
Sorry! No funny today.
Actually, I'm so bad, that some skiing instructor a nice older gentleman gave me a lesson for free, even though he was at work and probably shouldn't
I guess looking at me on that hill was so depressing that he just had to intervene
Besides: I'm delighted to announce that in a couple of weeks I'm starting my internship in a psychiatric ward. I'm so excited!
And a little terrified, too, but mostly exited at this point. I will grow more terrified the closer the internship gets, I'm sure.
Also, I have been a lousy photographer lately I stopped taking photos mostly because I got lazy and more stressed over photographing people (that may beat me up. Or look at me scowling). I will try to get better
PS. Ah, Herr Kirst
you and me, sitting on a tree
Why oh why must you be a 23-year old corpse?
Fate has played a cruel joke on us!