Ah the holidays. We expect them all year, we think what we will do, release, the beach, friends and the whole shebang. The summer holidays are supposed to be a moment of great happiness. But nay! (Well at least for me). I do shit during the holidays, I detest, it's too long, especially when one has nothing to do, and we do not start a playlist teasing us all day. And at the end of the day, when you have done anything well, you wonder what you got served today. You have contributed nothing to society and even less to yourself. You vaguely read 2-3 pages of a book for the course, took some notes vaguely, vaguely less spent your day on the computer at any time update the same page (I know that many will understand). You have unfortunately watched all the articles FB t'annoncent that people go on vacation too loli and that you stay at your house like a lost. All the articles that you speak of FB evenings too stoned gets off mode - at this point, I'm quite happy to have remained home. Then you talk to this girl all the time happy, happy all the time, who does all the time partying, which has all the time fucking notes while fucking nothing, which is all the time and carefree all the time all the guys at his feet - everyone knows a girl (mutant) like that. And then you get down even more because you look in the mirror and you're still in pajamas, at 18h, then you'll look Dinner almost perfect because you have nothing else to do. And the next day the same thing again.
So yes, for sure, we sat eh, so we do nothing. But one sees no one and the days are alike all. Scary somewhere, because I think that in a few years it will be even more appropriate: Metro - work - sleep. We like robots, it keeps repeating the same gestures and it's frustrating. I feel even more useful being, it said. At the beginning of vacation, I'm happy because I'm like "I'll see their heads over the next year." Then the As ... I miss high school a little, I tell myself it's over, etc.. In short, lively holiday.
Failing to leave, I try to read. I already read The Counterfeiters by Andre Gide. So it's a bit peculiar. There are ambiguities everywhere and not at all what we expected. Honestly, it's a good book I read fast, fast, and I rather liked. Now I am in full The Red and the Black Stendhal . At first it was a bit heavy, spread all these feelings, all this silliness. But the more we advance, the more we understand the novel (phew). Sometimes you have to hang on. Because I want to know the end (even if my friend gave me Wikipedia more than an idea), I will read the 250 pages I still aha. Otherwise, standard films, I watch a lot at home recently, we purchased 10 so ... There's plenty to do. But I would go to the movies Tour to see and Inception . If I go, I'll tell you what I thought.
So yes, for sure, we sat eh, so we do nothing. But one sees no one and the days are alike all. Scary somewhere, because I think that in a few years it will be even more appropriate: Metro - work - sleep. We like robots, it keeps repeating the same gestures and it's frustrating. I feel even more useful being, it said. At the beginning of vacation, I'm happy because I'm like "I'll see their heads over the next year." Then the As ... I miss high school a little, I tell myself it's over, etc.. In short, lively holiday.
Failing to leave, I try to read. I already read The Counterfeiters by Andre Gide. So it's a bit peculiar. There are ambiguities everywhere and not at all what we expected. Honestly, it's a good book I read fast, fast, and I rather liked. Now I am in full The Red and the Black Stendhal . At first it was a bit heavy, spread all these feelings, all this silliness. But the more we advance, the more we understand the novel (phew). Sometimes you have to hang on. Because I want to know the end (even if my friend gave me Wikipedia more than an idea), I will read the 250 pages I still aha. Otherwise, standard films, I watch a lot at home recently, we purchased 10 so ... There's plenty to do. But I would go to the movies Tour to see and Inception . If I go, I'll tell you what I thought.
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