tomorrow

Plans for tomorrow (to make sure I get my ass up, out of bed and actually do some stuff):

_Library (for some Nekrassov!)
_Buy a dress-bag
_And buy a map
_Throw some things in the wash

_Meet Pisces-no-2 and chill like actual villains, on a beach, with lady chats, and get my tan on
_Meet the Spaniard as soon as she reaches the boarders of the capital

_(And just so I wouldn't fall behind on life admin) check my e-mails....please.....no, seriously though..


_And think SUPER MANY happy thoughts.

Lists.
M.

eat my bassline

Yum-yum, nom-nom.
Just eating this bass beat.
As a snack.

Bass.
M.

engine

A while ago I started this post about feeling like I turned the engine off.
I mean, a long long while.
It's a shame I don't remember the date, I like to place these things in a linear context. (Way in 2012 I think. October, November?)

And let's be honest - I'm still here. I'm still at a place where the engine is still off.
Like, I used to be SO driven it was crazy.
I don't necessarily want to be like that again, but I want some of it back, so so bad.

I'm not even going to try and figure out what happened, or where did it go.
Did i get scared? Whatever.

Truth is, everything we either look forward to, or everything we are afraid of, it all comes from within ourselves. So it's pointless running.
Cause it's based right here, in my pasty-looking pretty little head.

We project and we receive.
Project different and you receive different.

So why don't I want anything?
You see the thing is, it's really really starting to annoy me.
I want to do things, and look forward to things, but something is not clicking to place.
And it's making me sad, cause it's spring and you know. Spring yayy! Should be the time everyone usually gets super excited.

Ramble-y Tuesday lunchtime.
But whatever.
Where there's a question, you'll receive an answer.
I hope.

Turn. 
it.
on.
M.

done.

DARK.

It's back.
And I could die with joy, I mean, seriously, die. SO PLEASED.

The welcome-to-the-darkness is BACK.
M.

seriously

Paradise Edition.

Seriously. 
M.

seriously

This is getting ridiculous.

RIDICULOUS.
M.

zzz..

So this sleeping thing they do nowadays...
Where are the z's? Seriously?

I want to sleep and I'm so awake.
Downside of a productive buzzy day.

must
wind
down

Goodnight, sweets. 
M.

spring

So.
Reasons I will miss London LOADS.
It's currently the 27th of January, and it is +10C outside. And it's sunny.
I mean, seriously?
Back home, we'll have to wait till like, April for this?
End of March, if we're lucky.

But then again, May at home is magical. And I've been moaning about this for about 4 years that I'm not at home during this great great month. And I will be this year.

Pros and cons.
And 10C.

London.
M.
Here's some spring pizza for you, and spring flowers.

Eesti

The person currently playing tunes on Classic FM doesn't understand the point of the 2-6AM slot. I mean, seriously.

Here's a little something about my deep-rooted relationship with the 2-6AM Classic FM slot.
99% of the essays I wrote during my uni-career were written with the constant soundtrack of Classic FM, especially the 2-6AM slot.
It's awesome classical tunes, the ones that make you feel great about being awake late at night, on your own,  in the stillness and (almost) silence.
The guy currently behind the disk jockey equipment in the Classic FM studio, however, seems to think that this slot is for the darkest and the deepest Elgar cello concertos (not the fun kind, the darkkk kind), requiems, soundtracks of sad, sad movies, et cetera.
I mean. Why.
Why.

So therefore I'm back to Kardashians.

Also, earlier, I was scrolling through tumblr and this photo (below) just popped up.
And realising that the one and only flag on the map was the one of Estonia, was just too great for words.

Eesti.
M.