I figured I could use some money for myself, and I figured that the fastes way to get at it was writing. On top of that, I can Always use some writing practice. So I'm going to try my hand at this.
I have managed to get a B/ 179 out of 190 in my Cambridge English First Certificate, thus technically giving me the qualification for write what I have written.
From tomorrow morning until late nigth of the 9th, I shan't be able to produce anything here on this site, as I have joined an expedition going by the Germanic banks of the Rhine.
It has been an eventful year for me. I have discovered what I should have discovered way back, when my age was in single digits. I have fought, bickered, loved, written and sang hymns.
And all of this reminds me of how narrow-minded and restricted I am.
I am weak-willed, lazy, rabid, paranoid, wrothful, slothful. I feel empty inside.
From tomorrow morning until late nigth of the 9th, I shan't be able to produce anything here on this site, as I have joined an expedition going by the Germanic banks of the Rhine.