After finishing my exams and after finally having my driving license in my pocket (Yes, I finally got the damn thing and the picture is not that bad, unlike the one on my ID card which shows a pretty sadistic slayer), I finally have time for stuff I used to do. Like reading Haal’s blog. While doing this, I had this feeling I always have when seeing a text that contains words in a language I don’t understand – a kind of frustration, anger (all directed to me), but just a bit. I hate not knowing all the languages on this planet, I hate not being able to understand everything someone says…So maybe I should dedicate more of my time to learning foreign languages and other useful things like HTML instead of wasting it!!!

I was planning on writing this very funny post on love and relationships, but I kind of fell out of the needed mood. The reason? Making plans to buy a car, second-hand, of course, I’m a student people, what would you expect? :) So I will postpone this post, the one on religion I promised to Haal a long time ago and probably several other posts I planned while walking on the streets of Bucharest or Ploiesti.

I’m in a “big plans” period, practically programming the next years of my life. Which might seem quite silly, considering the fact that everything might change radically because of a wide range of reasons. But at least this planning thing gives me the illusion of stability, of self-sufficiency and helps me keep my thoughts far from my solitude.

I do wander, why do we need a significant other that bad? I mean, at certain times, friends and family should really be enough! I took all the exams, I took my driving license, the fee for my first year at the second faculty was taken care of, I started learning new things and I love it, I have a pretty nice job, still have time to read, still have time to see my friends and still there’s something (someone, actually) missing from the picture. And I hate that! I know it’s probably normal, but it makes me feel weak. Someone to love and to love me back after some time together would be ok, but why do I have to want it that bad? Look where it got me the last time: compromises after compromises, pain, suffering, a complete alteration of my personality…

I’m not depressed or anything. I’m actually really enjoying myself! It’s weird how I can think of very good and very bad things at the same time…