Moved to a new apartment almost a week ago, not entirely settled yet, but it's still much better than the one I've been in before. And neighbours are if not less annoying, than at least they have a funny side to it...
They've been smoking hookah all evening, and now half of the house smells like strawberry. The downside to this is that it was supposed to smell like cherry though.
As R. Heinlein said in Starship Troopers - "you never catch up on sack time". Painfully true, it would seem. The more I try to go to bed earlier - the more reason I find to stay up late... The less I care about waking up before noon, the earlier I wake up. Reasons vary from a car horn to a neighbour slipping down the stairs and screaming something which makes almost entirely, but not completely no sense in his situation. The only times when I do get to sleep till noon is when I plan to do something early in the morning and set the alarm clock, works almost like a potent sleeping medicine. Almost, and only because it works better every time.
Been checking the game Majesty, which botd recommended a looooooong while ago. Really should've checked it earlier, quite fun, and rather original. And way too addictive ^_^ Love it! Also checked out GTA3 SA... What a load of crap... After spending half of the time I played visiting barber shops, clothing shops and pizzas I decided that if I want to play a sim - I'll play just get The Sims... Seriously, since when does someone with a grenade launcher has to care about appearance? And the whole "gansta" theme is really annoying... Don't think I'm getting back to that...
Generally - feeling totally depressed. There are slight shades to it, I shift from being completely miserable in the morning to being pathetic and for an unknown reason guilty in the evening. In any case it doesn't make it any easier. The worst thing about the whole thing is that I can't even pin down the source of the depression. So yeah, I left family and friends in Lithuania when I moved, but it's not like it's the first time, and the only cultural shock that I ever experienced was mainly caused by food poisoning. At this point I can survive for months eating boulders and drinking used motor oil... And I can't say that wasting my life was ever a cause to be depressed either.
Been reading some stuff on human evolution, attempts to explain how come at some point there appeared a naked monkey walking on two legs and with a God complex to boot... The more I read it - the more I wish we would've stayed in the trees... The only thing that unites all the theorists is that they prefer to avoid talking about their own theory and concentrate on pointing out the flaws of other theories... A sheep would have more luck explaining the benefits of vegetarian diet to a pack of fairly starving wolves on a cold winter night, than someone trying to push his theory on why a monkey decided to stand up and shed it's fur before growing a brain...
In any case, this is my sack time, now beat it.
Hmm btw, wanted to share, part of the lyrics from a cool song, kind of cool:
cause I couldn't cry
cause I turned away
couldn't see the score
didn't know the pain
of leaving yesterday really far behind
in another life
in another dream
by a different name
gave it all away
for a memory
and a quiet lie
and I felt the face
of a cold tonight
still don't know the score
but I know the pain
of leaving everything really far behind
and if I could cry
and if I could live what truth I did then take me there