Breakfast Blog

I hate being busy, and luckily I rarely am. The closer we get to Spring the more stressful life is becoming for me. When I am not studying or practicing for my exams I am stressing and think about them, they are now more or less my life. I have also been trying to go out a bit more, or at least keep plans and not always flaking an hour before. Last weekend was spent up in the mountains with Frau. For the two days we were there we only left the couch to eat, sleep and shower. It was great getting out of the city and being able to sleep a night through. Easter is just a week away now, and once it's over, the sprint to the finish starts and the closer it gets to me leaving.

In regards to leaving, I am starting to think it might not be the right thing for me. The more I narrow down the reasons for going back the more that I see it is based on two things, the first being my family and friends, it's hard living so far away from that kind of love for so long, and I just want to be around the people who love me the most for the right reasons, and whose daily absence from my life has made me realize that without the people you love, things just aren't as meaningful. The second thing would have to be that I never want to work for another Swiss person again. It sucks, it's like being a prisoner to your job. I started lightly tossing the idea around to move to Basel, but then I think about working and I start looking for tickets home online. Moving home would potentially not work. I have been living over here for the first half of my twenties, Switzerland is what I know. Listening to Skipper on the phone is like having some one telling you the horrors of getting your wisdom teeth taken out, right before you go in to do it. I hate to admit this, because it goes against all my bitching and complaining about being here, but Switzerland is the closest thing I have to home at this point in my life. Ugh, I have no idea what to do.

This was more of a journal entry then a blog, so whoops for that. I was just sitting here after having gotten a chocolate croissant and a latte from work and felt compelled to type. I went out for drinks last night with a guy I use to kind of see, and spent the duration of the time listening to him go on and on about women, women who were in the bar, women walking by, women he use to see, women he is seeing, etc. It got annoying quick but only because it felt like he was either trying to make me jealous and prove something, or that he just didn't have anything better to talk about. I had a nice time seeing him, he's an ok guy, but at ten o'clock, after a vodka and a cider, I put on my jacket and walked myself home, while he decided to stay at the bar. The walk home felt good, and I was really glad that I wasn't drunk and still had enough time to watch Lipstick Jungle before bed.

Weeks with no blog and this is the best I can come up with. I need another latte.

Today's highlight:

"Always remember, whether you be a sucker or a hustler in the world out there, you've got that vital edge if you can iron-clad your feelings. I picture the human mind as a movie screen. If you're a dopey sucker, you'll just sit and watch all kinds of mind-wrecking, damn fool movies on that screen. Son, there is no reason except a stupid one for anyone to project on that screen anything that will worry him or dull that vital edge. After all, we are the absolute bosses of that whole theater and show in our minds. We even write the script. So always write positive, dynamic scripts and show only the best movies for you on that screen whether you are pimp or priest."

PIMP, Iceberg Slim
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