Monday, monday...
I was supposed to go shopping today but it looks like I'm gonna have to do it tomorrow or Wednesday. It's getting dark and I'm hungry and still at work. I had all these things I had planned to buy and such but no doubt they will be in the stores tomorrow if they had been there today.
The weekend was nice. Not much to say about it. I did look at like old pictures on my computer and had this weird moment of fondness for the coffee maker I have in Jyväskylä. "Oh that is my coffee maker... buhuuhuu. Oh yeah I get to see it again soon." And then another for sunlight. "Oh that is exactly how the sun used to shine in my window in the morning and light up the whole appartment and it was way good for the plants. Buuhuu. I miss the sunlight in the mornings." Yeah well I may be freaking out. I mean my coffee maker is not special at all and like the cheapest model I could find. It's like there were also people in the pictures and I wasn't all buuhuu when I saw them. And I would like to think I like my friends more than I like my cheap coffee maker. But I can't help how I feel now can I. Maybe my eye just hit the coffee maker in the picture as I was having an emotional response to something else. Or the coffee maker was just a symbol of the life I had and like the appartment and it was just the whole thing I missed.
I think I should get a more interesting book to read so I won't have to look at old pictures on my computer. Or else get more dvds or something. No need for any more silly emotions.
The weekend was nice. Not much to say about it. I did look at like old pictures on my computer and had this weird moment of fondness for the coffee maker I have in Jyväskylä. "Oh that is my coffee maker... buhuuhuu. Oh yeah I get to see it again soon." And then another for sunlight. "Oh that is exactly how the sun used to shine in my window in the morning and light up the whole appartment and it was way good for the plants. Buuhuu. I miss the sunlight in the mornings." Yeah well I may be freaking out. I mean my coffee maker is not special at all and like the cheapest model I could find. It's like there were also people in the pictures and I wasn't all buuhuu when I saw them. And I would like to think I like my friends more than I like my cheap coffee maker. But I can't help how I feel now can I. Maybe my eye just hit the coffee maker in the picture as I was having an emotional response to something else. Or the coffee maker was just a symbol of the life I had and like the appartment and it was just the whole thing I missed.
I think I should get a more interesting book to read so I won't have to look at old pictures on my computer. Or else get more dvds or something. No need for any more silly emotions.
posted by elisa @ 18:29
1 Comments:
At 20/2/07 16:09,
elina said…
It's just your former life that you long for. I think it is quite obvious to long for a coffee maker. It's not like you used to make much coffee for just yourself... Although sipping coffee by myself is one of the fondest memories I have of living in the horrible student flat I used to live in. Anyhow, you'll soon be back. :)
We cleaned the aquariums yesterday. So it'll be ok when you get here. ;) We'll try to change some water in the next couple of weeks too.
gotta work some... They keep on piling up the work.
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