Dr. Michael A. Prytula

And go again.

The year 2009 has passed at a speed quite impressive I must say. It happened there so many things but all in so little time. I remember January 19th telling me to put my camera. Then after calculating the months that separated me from the end of this ordeal. Finally, I got used, it is a little part of me now - although, of course, is not the most pleasing to the eye. Tray of French, done SVT done, TPE, done. What a relief. Yet, the biggest happening. 2010, the ferry, the year of the big decision. It's funny. In the 4th and 3rd, I told myself that I still had plenty of time to decide. And without knowing how, hop, I landed in Terminal, still not knowing exactly what I'll do. Child, I wanted to be a cashier, because I thought the night was I who raised roughly keep the sub in the box. When I learned that no, my dream is gone. And then I wanted to be coroner. I watched CSI and such, envy me over. I also crossed dressing the stage-singer-vet. Sure it does more than usher-dream-trader financial advisor. I do not want to be the 3. But the ES opens the doors of this wonderful world of economics, finance, entubage. I'm still happy to be there, in ES. The choice was not easy. I was torn between the desire to have more doors opened and the refusal to spend my life doing science. But today, I must make my wishes. Finally today ... January 20, I can start making my wishes. Any jostling in my head. Those who passed by there will certainly understand. For now, I prefer focus on something else as the mountain of homework that I have to do this wonderful philosophy essay which I do nothing but boredom and fear - so-so, what that math DM my open arms, those chapters of history fascinating, and for eco chapters. I prefer to concentrate on how to properly sing the songs of Manu Chao - knowing that I am German in L2 (I always wonder why for that matter).

So I said, it's the end of 2009. The end of the anniversary of the fall of the wall (that is firmly rooted in my skull now). The end of the death of Farah, the Patriiiiiick, Michael. The early death of Johnny - oho, as I'm cruel. Seriously, I have not seen nor spend my birthday or Christmas. It was strange this year, Christmas. There was the market, there was little snow, the decorations and the whole thing yet, I was less affected than last year. It must be said that we were 5 on 24. It changes the great meals of yesteryear when we ate at 12-13. Finally, it must stop talking like that, it looks a little old woman who still remembers the days when pants were not available and where to Christmas, we had a orange and we were happy. Note, it is true that one is pretty materialistic. Much more than our parents. And our children will be even more. Oh, cruel world. Oh, I almost forgot the question fateful New Year's ... Who has made good resolutions, eh? How long have I abandoned the idea because firstly, I do not respect them, and secondly, what's the point? If you have the answer, I would love to have it. If you think like me, type 1. If you have another opinion, type 2 and justify. As for me, I only wish you a happy new year 2010. Drink too much and do not forget, one that leads, this one ne boit pas aha.

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If the Stars Were Mine.

Il faut un début à tout. Je n'ai jamais vraiment su comment commencer un blog. Me présenter ? Ou directement commencer à écrire un article que peu de personnes liront car il sera soit trop long, soit totalement inintéressant. Alors pour trouver un juste milieu, je dirai simplement que Blogspot est 10 000 fois plus motivant que Skyrock. Il est bien plus facile et plus agréable d'écrire. Pourquoi ? je ne saurais même pas répondre. Peut-être parce que Blogspot est plus original en ce sens où il est relativement peu connu. Peut-être aussi que le graphisme, bien plus joli, pousse plus the hacks like you and me (well, I tell you ... I do not know) to publish the articles they want. Yes, because Blogspot is also more family. It's so heavy to leave a comment (it must be said) that can collect on those who leave - the brave - readers who will surely be very diligent. Stop me if I'm wrong. That's why I chose Blogspot, banishing Skyrock. Although it offers multiple options for the graphics, it is 1) not very engaging, 2) tributary pubs and 3) you can not put a miserable photo section.

So here I am, finally decided to keep a semblance of Blog and for good. I always left everything very quickly from the moment it became too difficult. Lately, I could not even finish a book. But then I got myself together, I told myself that in life, go after things because after all, even if what I say is going boat, and we have only one single life. So I said, I am self-motivated. I will write perhaps not every day but who cares? From the moment I'm doing something about monitoring, I'm fine. In addition, there are two to three days, I managed to finish a book, yes. That prompted me to start another, I'll talk later so it is extraordinary. I hope all this will also push me to work ... But do not rush too much is not it? We must allow time to time (yes, I am saying is that because it suits me, so what?:)).