30 days without an accident

It's a nice feeling to be able to work on things I like.
I don't need to be pushed anymore.
I mean, it's hard and all, certainly way harder than what I had ever have to deal with before. But I genuinely enjoy it.
I've found my calling, one might say.
Well, at least for now.
There's actually not that much to say regarding the end of my first week. Except for the fact that the lecture halls are filthy as hell and look like improvised shelters for drug addicts and other hobos. I get that's part of our reputation in the eye of most, but it certainly does not help combat the cliché...
Neither does the mostly empty weekly schedule.
I think I can work around not having to spend my life in school though. It should not be that hard.
It's also pretty interesting to be surrounded by people who are good at what they do. I mean, no offense, especially since the people I spent my best moments with a couple of years ago clearly were at times struggling in class, but at least I don't come out as an outcast.
That's a funny thing, come to think of it, to be labeled - or in my case, label myself - as an outcast when you're the one that pulls through. I had always pictured it being the other way around. On no basis, I will give you that.
But having the possibility to talk to people about school stuff and realizing that you're talking about the same thing, at least means I should be in the right place at the right time.
Classes are gonna be tough, but I'll work my way up there eventually.
There is another eerie thing. Eerie might be too strong of a word, so let's settle for disturbing, or even unsettling.
Why the fuck am I spending that much time thinking about one single girl?
I know I have more than enough time to do everything I need to do, all I want to do, and then some. Yet, it is not sufficient to explain the mere fact that I spend way too much time picturing the same face in my head, over and over again.
That certainly stems from the very high expectations I, and a lot of people, had coming into this year. And by that I just mean the usual stuff. But I might have completely brainwashed myself.
This is a powerful device, the mind. Strong enough to even beat itself comprehensively, without leaving any chance to strike back. It's like playing chess against yourself, however in a one-sided game.
Sure, I know it's bullshit.
But I've learned to let the part of my mind which deals with feelings and whatnot to do its thing without my mingling further into its business. It's not gonna listen anyway, and in the end it would just be wasted energy. But I am bit surprised by the efficiency and the seemingly flawlessness of the process this time. I mean, a week? I know boredom has to play a significant part in it, but still. I did not see it coming.
And life has a good sense of humor, it seems.

I guess it's gonna keep me busy for a while. Maybe days, most likely weeks; though gambling on months might be over-exaggerated. I'll make do with what my brain has in mind this time around. For once, let's not try to tinker this thing and let's see how it evolves. Even though I already have a fairly clear idea of the outcome. Meh, whatever, I'll take that over nothing.

I'm good to go I guess.


Your city has a shitty sky. Okay, I don't get the same fantastic view as last year, good point, but still. It was way more majestic on the other side of the ocean, let alone how much better the Torontonian tower looks compared to its Paris counterpart. Yet I pulled off the feet of spotting two lonely, and apparently still, little shiny things out of the window.
I can hardly be able to say that I am preparing to shoot for the stars with just of couple of targets,

But I guess that's better than nothing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcguxHc4hiU