That’s the fucking question. I still don’t know if I will stay here in Alençon and work during the summer season until September, I can’t make any projects and this is annoying me. I really want to spend my summer taking photographs, drawing, drinking beers and mojito’s in a bar, or a fresh glass of white wine. I’d love to spend my time laying under the sun and reading books on the beach, getting tanned with my friends until becoming totally black, floating on the waves in the ocean…
I know this is hard when you’re no longer a student, because you need to live your own life, and living your own life means get your own money. This is something impossible if you are always thinking about holidays and chilling… this is a dilemma.
Or no, not a dilemma, because I guess I already made my choice… if I want to buy more material for my photography activity, I have to get a job - and if I can stay in this administration centre for three months more, I’ll do it. I don’t want to return back in the shit I was one year ago. I fucking need money, we all need this fucking money. So I will have to set on me, and not thinking about this summer season…
I think this is gonna be a fucking boring and annoying summer 2012.
What about you? What are you gonna do, this summer? (please, don’t tell me stuff that will make me cry like “Oh hey I’m moving in Tahiti, California” ect)
Mumm-ra - She’s Got You High
Mood of the fin de journée
“It’s the search for the time before it leaves without you
Have you lost your mind or has she taken all of yours too?
Whats this about? I figured love would shine through
We’ve lost romance this world has turned so see through
Open your mind, believe it’s going to come to
Romance alive and hope she’s going to tell you”
(Source : youtube.com)
(Source : elodieganger.com)
Foster the People - Pumped up Kicks
I terribly love this song.
(Source : youtube.com)
(Source : Spotify, via blackhoudini)
(Source : avainnuendo)
J’ai assisté à ma première leçon de piano… Merci à celui ou celle qui a inventé une musique aussi simple que “Au Clair de la Lune” !
Do, do, do, ré, mi, ré, do, mi, ré, ré, do.
Le solfège, que je pensais hyper incompréhensible, semble être domptable… pourvu que mes efforts mentaux portent leurs fruits. Finir par vraiment pouvoir jouer du piano serait un accomplissement fabuleux dans ma sordide vie.
