Journals are not simple things.

I've long since discovered that I like to look back on past times and reminisce, about good times and bad, just generally looking back really. A good way to do this is by keeping a journal. So - I have some motivation.
Another aspect of this is what to actually write in a journal. Is it public? In this case, yes. Does anyone read it? In this case, presumably, no. Ideally I suppose you would write interesting stuff in your journal, since the same-old-same-old, isn't really that exciting, right? Ah, but remember if you (I?) will, I'm writing this for myself, so why bother writing something surprising when I already know how the movie ends? And besides - if I had a boring period in my life of even a few weeks, that would be a monumental change from my usual life, which seems ever-turbulent. So in it's own respect, boring content would actually be very meaningful in retrospect.
Add to that, that I don't really know why I even like looking back on things in the first place... journals are not simple things.

At this point I will add a bit of thought-provoking or -numbing text:
"A phone rings. So does a bell."

Okay, what I'm doing here is actually converting a journal to a diary. Some day maybe I'll look back and understand past times in a new light.

I met a girl, and I've become more complex as a result. I feel like I understand the world better now, and at the same time I'm completely baffled. I thought this stuff happened to other men and not me, yet here I am. I wrote her a poem today. Seriously.

I got a new job although that's about 3½ months ago. I'm now a producer at Progressive Media in Aalborg, where we make videogames, mostly for mobile phones. Yep, office gladiator, promoting synergy and fatal blows. Stressful and often unrewarding work actually, but that's a judgement made in the context of right now. Maybe I'll look back in a few months / years and shake my head at how bad I had it, maybe I'll look back and romanticize about the good old days. We'll see.

I moved to a new place about 1½ month ago, and because of this my economy is terrible, and there are still a lot of things to get used to. It's always cold here. My bed seems smaller because the rooms are bigger. I have sofas now, but rarely sit in them. The guy upstairs complains if I play guitar after 22:00. Home is where the heart is. Or is the heart at home?

Gigavolt is releasing a new album called Hidden Kingdom, which should come out tomorrow or so? Available on ghostdrome.com for absolutely free.

I want to make a photo scrapbook about my own life. I'm THAT narcissistic.
I recently discovered that I can be quite artsy. I hadn't really thought of that. I kind of still don't agree, but then again I do. Hmm.
There's no such thing as easy life.
I wish I could drink more coffee without the side-effects.
I wish the world would hit a global crisis, just to get people's wheels spinning, so to speak. The actual result would probably be a lot less actual wheels spinning. I give it about 10 years.
Why haven't I bought carpets up until now? Why?! Carpets will inherit the earth.