Sorry if this comes across as rude, but were you joking or did you genuinely think boarding schools didn't exist any more? It's not like they still use the cane!
I was being serious. But I guess boarding schools have a different connotation over here. The only kids I knew who were sent to boarding schools were sent by parents who wanted them out of the way, or were sent to keep them from associating with the wrong sort.
I do! Though being a writer I probably shouldn't admit to it. So... of course not! Though pine-trees makes life rather dark, don't they? And speaking of forests, am I using the wrong word here? I totally want to say/spell it forestes, but I know that is wrong. Could we go with woods instead?
Showcase @123456789's Google-Euro Translition Machine Chapter 1 Ve vander im dark foreste for search, for sure, furr de pixies end um witchy und de pointy hatt. 'Oh mi Gad! Behold the elixir...'
I know Sundays are meant to be depressing as hell - but I haven't learnt to deal with angst when I'm alone yet. If I wasn't so sure I'd hate myself in the morning I would fast forward to tomorrow.
I love Sundays. Everyone's off at church and I'm left to do my heathening all alone. Maybe sacrificing some firstlings to Crom would help raise your spirits.
Yeah I know that feeling; new place, new stuff and just me. In an effort to pretend I am a normal adult I am watching football on the actual TV; just sitting and doing that one thing (also drinking, snacking and writing to y'all) but that's a step up for me, you know? I will let you know if this improves my ambient levels of angst.
I'm from Sweden - people under the age of 70 don't go to church. My parents have told me to watch The Great Wall for a few weeks now. One and a half hour later and I'm less angsty and really, really bored! Improvements. Though I think I'll have to keep myself occupied not to fall back down. I'll try to get some writing done. If that doesn't work I guess tonight will end up in a X-files marathon.
For me bored is almost synonymous with angsty; or perhaps I should say that boredom is what makes me start banging my head against the wall and picking at the scabs of my life. As long as I'm occupied then I tend to be ok, it's when I can't find anything to hold my focus that things become more difficult. But I've been instructed to at least try being a normal human being instead of bouncing between things like a ping pong ball. And, well, I have beer at least, right? Anyway; there's worse things than X-Files marathons. A friend and I did one together many years ago and it was awesome
And beastly quiet. One minute you can be working in the bush, the next you turn around and there they are, all racks and rage and funny snouts.
I don't mind the thought of a marathon as such, it's just I feel like I need to occupy my time with something "useful" all the time. And since I've already watched a movie - however boring it was - I feel like I can't sit the rest of the night out, even if I'm watching something good. So I'll try writing, drawing, anything that my brain deems worthy first. If I end up watching something I'll just start working out in front of the TV or something like that. Because I can't for my life do something passive for a long period of time. Actually I've been told I should work on that... thus far - it's not working.