Hey!
I'm bored. I'm such a dump. I spoke to Vero. I told her she is a complicated girl.
I have been at the church in the morning. I got there at the end of liturgy. Vero told me that I'm not 'drowned in the Shakespeare's tongue. Anyway...
Who shall I write about? Do I have any friend except my family members. I don't know what's up with me. I bought another pack of cigarettes. They make me sick. My brain is empty. I had some attempts before to write a personal diary. I need a task schedule. Maybe that's why I'm so low. What do I have to do tomorrow except sitting at my desk. Even if I'm sitting at my desk I'm doing nothing. It just give me a habit. It's a shape with no content. I spoke to Tatiana Dabija too. She is a girl who works for Evenimentul Zilei, the main Romanian newspaper. My brain is empty and I need some stuff to fill it with. There are technichs of writing. I'm bad at this. I will keep writing anyway. I told Tatiana that I don't go out from the house and that I like more indoors. She told me that she goes crazy when she doesn't go out. She fall in depression. '
Let me write about mom. She is a nice person but she's kinda dump. She is very well tempered and quiet. I don't like her food. Very seldom I like it. She lives here in the same yard. We have separate "apartments". We use the same refrigerator cause mine is a big one so we can save some electrical energy. My house is made of "earth and timber" like the tower of London as I like to say. It is about to fall down. The roof is broken and when it's raining outside it's raining inside too. In the back of the yard there is another building where my father did carpentry. It is linked against the wall of the building where I live. the roof of that building is completely broken. One of it's walls is really about to fall on the house of my neighbours.
It's miserable where I live but I have no better solution.
Let me smoke a cigarette. It's nice to write.
I just watched a video with Michael Douglas in a movie where he was the US President.
Acting is a nice job. I'm thinking to go to watch TV. I'm waisting my time.
What have I done today? Nothing. I went to church. So what? Does that mean anything? I ate a lot. If I had money I would've gone to the sea with Carmen.
Well, let me talk a little bit of Carmen. She played the role of my girlfriend in the last time. She seems not to be anymore. She is a little bit upset with me cause I didn't call her in the past few weeks. That's it. From the beginning it wasn't set up as a stable relationship. I was never tempted to have serious relationship with her. (wait a minute...my bathroom is stinking)
OK, I'm back. She is a nice person but she is sometimes too kind. I just wanted to have sex with her. Is that bad? I always respected her as a person. I never lied her. I want to be friend with her. I want to have sex with her sometimes. I can't see anything bad here. I just like to have sex with her and I like to do what I like to. I hope she likes too. I think I could never fall in love with someone anymore. I like to have many girlfriends. I can realise that they can't be always at my disposal but we can meet separately. I wouldn't mind two or three together, ha ha ha.
My browser stopped unexpectedly.
There watched a movie. It's a rock concert now live from Vama Veche. Shit. Nashpa.
We don't have any rock band. Everyone sing desperately for money. I gotta do some corrections on this blog. The inspiration comes slowly. There some grammar errors in the texts.
I'm bad at grammar. People would lough at me if they read my blog. I don't know the conditionals.
I'll go and get a cup of milk. Wait a minute.
I'm back.
I need to develop my creativity by writing.
My favorite cigarettes are Marlboro. Today I drank milk and I don't feel like smoking at all. Milk is against smoking. If you wanna give up smoking drink a lot of milk or better yogurt.
I would like to sing in a band. But as I don't have friends I can't have a band. A band take a lot of time. Time..... How do I spend the time? What do I do? I'm a teacher, right? What do I teach? Philosophy and Logic, right? So I gotta do stuff about that. What exactly? Writings. What kind of writings? I don't know. Lesson plans, there is a lot of stuff to do. I'm bad at pedagogy. I gotta learn some pedagogy. When the school starts I will go to take some classes of pedagogy at CCD. I really need to cause otherwise I can't resist in the system. From my view the main point in pedagogy is communication. You gotta be a good communicator. There three important things in pedagogy: teaching, learning and assessment. I don't think the tings are that complicated as the Romanian teachers make them. They can't see the main thing: the relationship with the students. They cannot understand if you don't try to understand them. Many Romanian teachers believe that they are so high above their students that they cannot communicate with them anymore. They act like that cause they believe they are not worthy to teach. They don't believe in what they do.
I wish I could go to Vama Veche. I like the spirit there. I think It's what that is missing from me.
I feel like I'm weird sometimes. Like I can't mix up with people. People see me like I'm kinda strange or freaky. I'm just an average guy. I don't know myself very well, actualy very little.
I was speaking about my job.
Anyway I'm not sorry cause I don't go to Vama Veche. That's it. I'm not a social guy. It's much more confortable in front of my computer.
It's a lot of crap in the music industry of this country.
I hope this country will change for the better. In fact it's important to change ourself individualy.
But you can't separate from others.
I'm thinking of the school year. Some of my students just called me and spoke dirty in the phone. I don't mind. I will encourage them to call me. They can call me as much as they want. I gotta do something to improve my activity. I gotta be much more pacient with the students as well as with the teachers and principals. By the way the students who called me few minutes ago called me 'gay'. I think they are gays. I don't mind. They need education. I need to do data bases with all my students. It'll be hard but I hope it worth it. I gotta find some way of assessment. I gotta be thinking on that. I gotta speak to some other teacher. I've heard about a good logic teacher in Urziceni at the high school where I'm going. I hope it will be a better year. Please God help me get through it well.
I'm bored. I'm such a dump. I spoke to Vero. I told her she is a complicated girl.
I have been at the church in the morning. I got there at the end of liturgy. Vero told me that I'm not 'drowned in the Shakespeare's tongue. Anyway...
Who shall I write about? Do I have any friend except my family members. I don't know what's up with me. I bought another pack of cigarettes. They make me sick. My brain is empty. I had some attempts before to write a personal diary. I need a task schedule. Maybe that's why I'm so low. What do I have to do tomorrow except sitting at my desk. Even if I'm sitting at my desk I'm doing nothing. It just give me a habit. It's a shape with no content. I spoke to Tatiana Dabija too. She is a girl who works for Evenimentul Zilei, the main Romanian newspaper. My brain is empty and I need some stuff to fill it with. There are technichs of writing. I'm bad at this. I will keep writing anyway. I told Tatiana that I don't go out from the house and that I like more indoors. She told me that she goes crazy when she doesn't go out. She fall in depression. '
Let me write about mom. She is a nice person but she's kinda dump. She is very well tempered and quiet. I don't like her food. Very seldom I like it. She lives here in the same yard. We have separate "apartments". We use the same refrigerator cause mine is a big one so we can save some electrical energy. My house is made of "earth and timber" like the tower of London as I like to say. It is about to fall down. The roof is broken and when it's raining outside it's raining inside too. In the back of the yard there is another building where my father did carpentry. It is linked against the wall of the building where I live. the roof of that building is completely broken. One of it's walls is really about to fall on the house of my neighbours.
It's miserable where I live but I have no better solution.
Let me smoke a cigarette. It's nice to write.
I just watched a video with Michael Douglas in a movie where he was the US President.
Acting is a nice job. I'm thinking to go to watch TV. I'm waisting my time.
What have I done today? Nothing. I went to church. So what? Does that mean anything? I ate a lot. If I had money I would've gone to the sea with Carmen.
Well, let me talk a little bit of Carmen. She played the role of my girlfriend in the last time. She seems not to be anymore. She is a little bit upset with me cause I didn't call her in the past few weeks. That's it. From the beginning it wasn't set up as a stable relationship. I was never tempted to have serious relationship with her. (wait a minute...my bathroom is stinking)
OK, I'm back. She is a nice person but she is sometimes too kind. I just wanted to have sex with her. Is that bad? I always respected her as a person. I never lied her. I want to be friend with her. I want to have sex with her sometimes. I can't see anything bad here. I just like to have sex with her and I like to do what I like to. I hope she likes too. I think I could never fall in love with someone anymore. I like to have many girlfriends. I can realise that they can't be always at my disposal but we can meet separately. I wouldn't mind two or three together, ha ha ha.
My browser stopped unexpectedly.
There watched a movie. It's a rock concert now live from Vama Veche. Shit. Nashpa.
We don't have any rock band. Everyone sing desperately for money. I gotta do some corrections on this blog. The inspiration comes slowly. There some grammar errors in the texts.
I'm bad at grammar. People would lough at me if they read my blog. I don't know the conditionals.
I'll go and get a cup of milk. Wait a minute.
I'm back.
I need to develop my creativity by writing.
My favorite cigarettes are Marlboro. Today I drank milk and I don't feel like smoking at all. Milk is against smoking. If you wanna give up smoking drink a lot of milk or better yogurt.
I would like to sing in a band. But as I don't have friends I can't have a band. A band take a lot of time. Time..... How do I spend the time? What do I do? I'm a teacher, right? What do I teach? Philosophy and Logic, right? So I gotta do stuff about that. What exactly? Writings. What kind of writings? I don't know. Lesson plans, there is a lot of stuff to do. I'm bad at pedagogy. I gotta learn some pedagogy. When the school starts I will go to take some classes of pedagogy at CCD. I really need to cause otherwise I can't resist in the system. From my view the main point in pedagogy is communication. You gotta be a good communicator. There three important things in pedagogy: teaching, learning and assessment. I don't think the tings are that complicated as the Romanian teachers make them. They can't see the main thing: the relationship with the students. They cannot understand if you don't try to understand them. Many Romanian teachers believe that they are so high above their students that they cannot communicate with them anymore. They act like that cause they believe they are not worthy to teach. They don't believe in what they do.
I wish I could go to Vama Veche. I like the spirit there. I think It's what that is missing from me.
I feel like I'm weird sometimes. Like I can't mix up with people. People see me like I'm kinda strange or freaky. I'm just an average guy. I don't know myself very well, actualy very little.
I was speaking about my job.
Anyway I'm not sorry cause I don't go to Vama Veche. That's it. I'm not a social guy. It's much more confortable in front of my computer.
It's a lot of crap in the music industry of this country.
I hope this country will change for the better. In fact it's important to change ourself individualy.
But you can't separate from others.
I'm thinking of the school year. Some of my students just called me and spoke dirty in the phone. I don't mind. I will encourage them to call me. They can call me as much as they want. I gotta do something to improve my activity. I gotta be much more pacient with the students as well as with the teachers and principals. By the way the students who called me few minutes ago called me 'gay'. I think they are gays. I don't mind. They need education. I need to do data bases with all my students. It'll be hard but I hope it worth it. I gotta find some way of assessment. I gotta be thinking on that. I gotta speak to some other teacher. I've heard about a good logic teacher in Urziceni at the high school where I'm going. I hope it will be a better year. Please God help me get through it well.
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