The things that shouldn't matter

I wish I didn't like people this much, and I wish I could stay home without spending money on beer, instead of eating cheap and healthy, and wasting time on things that matter more. 2011-2012 was spent in a bar, instead of practicing instruments, instead of studying properly, instead of working, and now it all comes back - I'm ashamed to say that I play the guitar for 4,5 years now. Most of the experience has been gathered this year, because I didn't have anyone to meet on daily basis. When I started to hang out regularly, money melted even faster, and a job didn't help at all.

Pictures.

Choir camp. Drunk.

One of the many landscapes. Drunk as well, but it's less visible, since I used a tripod.

My Everything

This song made me stay up for another hour last night, because I had to dissect the band who could make something so incredible. Last time I was touched this emotionally was with Cigarette Duet.

Also, just found out how I spent way more money that I should have in the past few weeks, haha.

Numbers, letters

Time for metaphors!

So, imagine being a bus driver who has a route through a city with 20 stops, and there are people waiting to get on it in each one, and after the final stop, the bus goes on to a brighter future (another city or whatever). However, since you're a shitty driver and have some issues you can't even explain to others, instead of letting people in, you just hang out of the window and highfive the potential passengers as you pass the stops. And the trip is pretty much for nothing. That's the end of the metaphor.

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A few hours later, I stepped outside to have a cigarette and discovered the plastic skeleton sitting in a chair on our front lawn. It was wearing my only suit, had one leg crossed over the other, and was holding a glass of red wine. (Source)

This is for the people

"i check your blog daily for new updates and would be very sad if there were no new ones over the summer,but i respect your decision either way"

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Two out of three teachers didn't say a word during my specialization interview. It was painful to talk to the third one, because he was my favorite of all and my message was "hey, sorry, I'm leaving".

It all went downhill since then. I got home, got a headache, fell asleep, missed my bus to Riga, spend half of my remaining money to buy a new ticket for a night bus that arrives only at 3am, then I get to walk for 25 minutes with my valuables to home, then I get to wake up at 10 to meet up with potential clients, who all complain about the prices.

Gotta run.