One ticket to escape reality, please.

[guanin]

Not forever, but a week would be good. Maybe two. To just be able to run away free and get away from the thesis and the insanity of the US health care system and the fact that my coverage expires soon and the Honduras coup and the Mexican drug problem and every head desking thing the news keep throwing at me. I just want to run away to Scotland and wander around the hills (until I'm forced to retreat inside because I'm drenched and freezing my ass off). I miss last month. I was exhausted all the time, I could not stop yawning, I kept fantasizing about sleeping and my legs literally felt like they were going to break in two, but it is so, so much better than sitting in this chair day in and day out writing something that I do not care about anymore looking at the freaky thunderstorm clouds and the total dullness of this flat landscape filled with strip malls and houses. It's not even cornfields anymore. It's utilitarian, boring buildings that all look alike and would be blown to splinters if so much as an F1 tornado passed by because they're built with little better than wood chips! I miss bricks houses. And vegetation. And mountains. God, I miss mountains. I need mountains to keep myself sane. And winding roads and I mean winding, curving, watch out for the truck that just came out of nowhere because you can't see more than two metres in front of you because of the cub roads. Yes, I like those! They make driving fun. Here I can be fully rested and my eyes will start drooping! It's not good. Oh, and the already neurotic cops and going extra crazy with fining everyone lately, which does not help one tiny little bit. I hate driving here. The cops terrify me. Why can't be like the ones in Puerto Rico who do not care?

Right. I'm not sure what that was just now.

I saw Star Trek again for my birthday (ZQ kicks ass). I have the sudden urge to watch Rob Roy (the other movie the Scottish guides complained about). This urge may be related to seeing a picture of Liam Neeson in tartan in the booklet of the soundtrack I just bought.

I should be working on the thesis right now. But I already finished the minimum 500 words for the day and I feel like screaming if I have to look at that damn outline right now. There's also hysterical laughter, which is not good. Break time! Can't work. Brain hurts.

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[fleur-eternelle.livejournal.com]

...and this is why I'm having a daily fight with my mom who insists on reading the news to me and I insist on ignoring them....

[guanin.livejournal.com]

Now that I'm calmed down, I took a look at the news for a few minutes, because one thing this yea in London did was make me realize that I was the only one in the course who did not know what was going on in the world, which made a little conscious. And now I'm actually interested in Latin American news. But it's so frustrating. It's the same mistakes over and over again. Ahhh!!