This is what's happening with my blog. When I look at it, I realize I should blog. After I look away, it's gone.
Oh well, let's make a little post what is up with me. I like me. I like to talk about me.
This post shall be dedicated to my friend who keeps on checking my blog daily and support me at my trifle.
Let's start with the first thing that actually is related to the starting of this blog.
I went to a doctor a week ago because I decided after a year to stop my medication. Why?
Well for the past months I've felt just brilliant. Absolutely content and satisfied with my life and not even unemployment and apartmentless haven't brought me down. Just regular stress, no biggies.
And I don't know why. Something happened with me after my illness. Maybe it was about how my body was emptied of everything and started again from a start. It could be it. Or maybe I realized that life is awesome and things could be worse.
As I couldn't even eat the medicine being sick, my brain went all "what's up with that, how I'm supposed to know how to work" and then started again from a start and went "oh, so THIS is serotonin, let's work this shit up then!".
So kids, when you suffer from depression, apparently the thing to do is to destroy your liver or something and give your body a phoenix-like rebirth. It works. Don't try it at home though.
So in a week or two, I'm dropping them off. But I have to give credit for the greatest doctor ever. As I am "young and beautiful" I should "go outside" because the weather is good and my personal favorite, "enjoy life."
I tried to explain my liver situation, but she decided by looking at my unyellow eyes that I'm healthy now and I should "forget about it, let it go. It's in the past.". So. Let's do just that then. I was sick. I am not anymore.
Let's hope for the best and see if I feel as brilliant or even more brilliant later!
Funny thing, I started yet again a project that I can later on leave unfinished.
I told my friend how I finally read Fifty Shades of Grey, which by the way, is extremely horrifying book and I don't recommend it to anyone. It's a slightly longer harlequin with exact same plot as all of them that is written by a woman who most likely is not happy with her relationships and wishes still for her prince charming to come and save her. And for some reason, she wrote her childish dreams badly on the paper and got rich.
It's a bad book. Twilight is classic literature in comparison. Don't read it.
Anyway, my friend mentioned that even us could write a better book than that piece of unrealistic crap. So that's what we're going to do. Write an extremely awesome, badly written piece of epicness and get filthy rich doing so.
I'm not giving all the things about it away. We are creating it via Google Drive (which is awesome) and it has sci-fi, romance, fantasy, history and all kinds of randomness in it. So it will be brilliant. Of course!
I'm excited about this. It's a stupid idea enough, but a fun project!
In other notes, still no job. It's frustrating and I hate being rejected all the time. Still, I'm hoping for the best and I can still pay my rent so I'll survive.
And to my absolute thrill, I got an awesome apartment. It's a student place, big one with a cheap rent on a very nice spot. I couldn't be happier. Something good sometimes really brings spirits up, eh?
I have no idea how to end this post so let's just go with something totally unrelated but proved to be a good way for ending random preaches.
Kids, don't do drugs.
Edit: While moving all the posts to new site I added the pic again. It wasn't a pic. It was a gif. And now I'm scared.