Slightly boring …

Ok. Let’s start. I must work around an algorithm for school. And again it’s a strange agorithm that (I think) I wont use never in my life. Yeah. I don’t know what language to chose… I can use Java or C (with the compile string like: gcc -ansi -pedantic -O …). For first let’s see what I have to do. OK I have to chose between searching the minimal Steiner’s tree and the computation of the discrete Furie’s. Hm… I have to see what’s the easiest algorithm for me. See ya l8r!

Yea… still not sleeping… I’m like a vampire… sitting here and thinking why do I feel so lonely… I don’t know… maybe I’m afraid to be alone? I’m not afraid of the dark. I’m not afraid of many things, but to be alone… It’s like a nigthmare for me. Every second I’m alone, I feel like something is wrong with me. I don’t know how other people can be alone all the time. Maybe the reason is that I didn’t have anybody at my side the most of my life?
I don’t know… Maybe I’m thinking too much and I should go too sleep.
It should be the right choice for now. Tomorrow is another day. And, maybe, something new is going to happen. (sincerely I don’t think so)
Nite!

As every day, today I don’t know what to do. Waiting… and waiting… and waiting… for something to happen and then nothing happens. Outside the sun shines and I’m anxious to do something outside this dark hole I live in, but again I do nothing else then sit in my office chair and wait…

I should think about my bycicle and go ride around, but no… I can’t… I must catch the train for home… and again a beutyful day is lost… damn! Hmmm… possibly I should go out tonight as it is my birthsday. Out there should be some girls waiting for me… naaah… inpossibly… but i’ll try…

Eh. Let’s pack the bags now…

preducerajsnjim, ko sm koncal dezurat v kiberpipi, sem sel proti avtobusni…
in se zmislim… kaj ce bi sel po cike?… grem v trgovino… mimo sladoledov…
in si enega kupim…
in noge me vodijo s trgovine… proti kongresnemu…
in hodim…
blo je lih po dezju…
in prikazovalo se je modro nebo med oblaki…
vsake tolko je kak vecerni soncni zarek obsijal vrhoe visokih zgradb ob slovenski cesti… in noge gredo vedno bolj pocasi… pri srcu zacutim neko cudno svobodo… kime vlece naprej v brezskrbno stanje katerega nism mel ze par mesecev… hodim po ljubljani… opazujem ljudi… in lizem svoj sladoled… smejim se v zadovoljstvu… ne vem kaj me je primlo… ko pojem sladoled, grizljam palcko in se z njo igram… med zobmi jo stiskam in s prsti po njej brenkam… nakar palcka odskoci iz ust in visoko v zrak in pada kak meter stran na tla… sredi copove nasproti mullerja se zacnem na polna usta smejat… zivljenje je blo tko lepo… in uzival sem v njem… naenkrat mi spet pridejo naprej bridke misli… nasmesek pocasi zgineva… in se spet znajdem v stanju, kot ponavadi… resen pogled… zmatran… noge zacno hitet… in spet mi manjka tisto stanje brezskrbnosti…

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