Waking up alone, hanging around alone, taking supper alone, all those are BS.
I hate Sunday.
I'm depressed and might as well drink alcohol alone in a dark room.
This reminds me of a song called "Longview".
"I sit around and watch the phone but no one's calling. Call me pathetic..."
(The band is really nostalgic for my youth...)
Well, I went to a place to have conversation in English, which is organized by university volunteers for free.
It's alright, but sometimes really boring since there are many researchers and students and they are keen to talk about their fields.
I heard a lot of biology topics today but I didn't even know those vocabularies and I don't care biology at all!
It's really depending on who you have with your table. I got ex-professor with me so... But I liked him since he's intelligent unlike ordinary people anyway.
We also talked about Japanese mentality and history a bit, that was neat.
You often have to introduce yourself again and again since there are many people and they change the tables to talk to more people.
I'm kind of sick of this. At the first time, I introduce myself with details, but at 2nd time or more, I introduce myself just as a writer. I don't wanna explain details, it's just complicated, like, I'm a ghost writer but looking for a job (unemployed!) and also activist blah blah blah.
Someone asked me how I learned specific writing skills, for I'm a ghost writer. (By the way, I'm not sure if I can use "for" as "since", I read it on holy bible, "My name is Legion, for we are many.")
But I had no idea, how can I answer sort of question?
I know there are private schools for story writing (everything's just for money in this generation) and also I'm pretty sure those are absolutely nothing.
I answered (in my mind later), there is only way to improve your writing skill, to read thousand books and to write million words. Or, it really depends on if you have sense or not. Especially about languages.
Speaking of writing, I wrote something in female wording for customer.
I think I'm good at that, in poetry way of course.
Thanks to the place I wrote above, I took my sense back in English a bit.
I've been really bad at English these days.
My comp was broken and I might as well bought new one.
I chose small laptop since I'm really sick of complex wires, and I liked new one. It was cheap and is light with English keyboard (I hate Japanese one, too many useless keys), has USB3.0, can connect to 40 inch TV so I can do anything except 3D gaming, but it's ok I gave up gaming.
The weak point is, the battery doesn't last long, it's really short.
I'm listening to music... See, this entry is literary killing time.
Sometimes I feel I'd better write something better my opinion about everything, but I'm just too lazy.
This is kind of endless, because I'm bored like hell. And very often I just delete everything I just wrote.
I feel like shouting swears, for I'm sad... I know I'm miserable... I'm basket case!