You speak as if you know all the answers
You act as if there are no mysteries left
But when I ask you why the answers really matter
All of a sudden you are lost for words
You may know all lives secrets
And have all the wisdom in the world
But sometimes not knowing is better
Because not knowing leads to adventure
I want to wonder and dream about tomorrow
And see the world as if I’ve never seen it before
Knowing can be a heavy burden
While exploring is what I live for
I disappeared from the face of the earth for a while. I mean, everyone knows your life isn’t worth sh*t if you don’t post about it on the internet and I haven’t posted anything in a very long time, except for last Wednesday that is. So, let me give you a quick update.
I finished my Bachelor’s Degree in Film and literary sciences, which basically means I can talk about books and movies and people have to believe everything I say and whenever someone disagrees I just pull out my diploma and rub it in their face. Truth is, I still know absolutely nothing. Jon Snow would be so proud.
I spent the entire summer writing my thesis which was nice…
I just started my Master’s degree in Book and Digital Media Studies and from what I can tell it’s amazing and scary all at the same time. I feel like a little kid in High School again. Everyone just seems way cooler than you and somehow you’re already two months behind.
My Master is in English, which is fine because as you can tell from my amazing posts my English is absolutely perfect. There’s just this thing that happens every time I open my mouth. In my head my English sounds amazing. I mean, queen Elizabeth ain’t got nothing on me, but then I open my mouth and that’s when the thing happens. I sound like a grizzly bear trying to cross the street while riding a bicycle. If you’ve never seen a grizzly bear crossing the street while riding a bicycle and you don’t know what that sounds like, it’s awful.
Maybe I’m exaggerating.
Have a nice Tuesday.
You know how in interviews people always ask celebrities what they like most about their body and what they absolutly hate?
Well, I was thinking what my answer would be for the second question. The what do I hate question.
And it isn’t the obvious answer like my stomach or my face. My answer would honestly be my eyebrows. They always say how your eyebrows are supposed to be sisters not twins. You know, because they aren’t supposed to look identical. But really my eyebrows are hardly sisters. They’re like sisters from a different mister. They have the same mom, but their dads couldn’t be more opposite.
Have a nice wednesday.