honestly, around this time of the year, i simply go nuts. may, the month i mean, is so damn problematic, there is the finals, the neverending job-finding sessions - e.g. when you are trying to squeeze your resumé in to whichever platform you find, literally praying your guts off in hopes of receiving at least one single feedback, but obviously job market per se is a basket case, so to sum it up, your guts always tell the truth, listen to your gut-instinct, duh - and there comes the urge to diet your ass off, too. all in all, i am a big and unorganized mess of dieting sprees, reading, studying (sort of) and also, finishing my thesis, as it is really high time to hand it in. huh, and simultaneously i am trying to learn german, as the vocabulary part is a mammoth-sized gaping hole in my head. i have to expand it. and here i am, yet again with them lexical problems of mine. how boring, how predictable. anyways, i have just finished Wasted by Mary Hornbacher, she is a true genious, albeit i am no sucker for that english word-wizardry. but she does it in such a flawless, effortless way that my heart breaks whenever i read one of her sentences. the good thing is, she is writing about something cruel in such a minimalist, cold, down-to-earth tone, almost emotionless so to speak that it rips my heart out, what a coincidence. i would chop my leg off (just kidding, always watch out what you wish for) if i had the tool she has in writing. in german, in english. poetry, prose!
bruises on both my knees, the language i wish to use is difficult to obtain, duh.
also, which is my favourite german word as well, i am officially off to the german part of my brain, bye, so long!
