These emotional states...

I am a very emotional person.
And I was pretty spooked to have found out that I get a sort of panic attacks sometimes.

Oh my, I do tend to get very hysteric once in a while.

But there's a good side to it; a great one really.

I have these moved moments, when I can really grasp the meaning of life.

In fact, I'm having one right now.

I just finished watching American Beauty.
Finally, I have decided to fill this major cultural blank of mine.
Or well, not that large actually - it ain't that well-known in Yurop.
That's right, yurop.

Art is to capture the unusual and paint it so it looks perfectly natural.
Feelings, in this case. All the characters in this film are incredibly frustrated. And yet, you never doubt what they do. You can only wonder what goes through their little heads.


A friend said, that a regular person wouldn't confess that they cried.
I can, however, without shame say that I did.
I don't know - confessing so sounds natural to me. Why shouldn't it be? Why would anyone be terrified to do so?
I have to, though, accuse myself of saying so only to prove something, or to attract attention.
But that's just the unconscious and un-self-conscious part of me.
Ignore it.

The soundtrack of that movie is great too - I think I'll get it and rip to samples. Oh yes, that's right, I am trying to learn to make electronic music. So I'll need plenty of good samples.

Entertaining - I just remembered the old movies with the cool guys and the ladies orderly forming a queue just to talk to them. Well, sounds like me in the muthafuckin' US of fuckin' A.
That's right, I'm going to USA.
For the next year's first semester.
So meet you in Atlanta!
It's Georgia on my Mind kids!