Essays on...

I am thinking of writing essays. Novels. Stories. Just thinking of writing. I have already wrote my essay on Human soul, but it is bad... Really bad and I need to improve it. My idea is good but I need to help it out. I am going to write essays on my life, my ideas, my world, world... On beauty...

And I am glad that I borrowed book which I looked for more than a half a year.

Next Eco.

Foucault's pendulum.

I have already read Baudolino (great) and heard The name of rose (great, too). Eco is a very good writer. He allows reader to feel the Hero's feelings and ideas. I like his style.

I look at my diary and I see so many emty places. Empty days. I am going to full them.

And I am going to improve my English and French. And I want to learn Deutch, because of many of my friends. (Oh, sorry for that shock but I have friends... Some friends... :D )

I love world (NO, I am totally clear!)

Ghrrr

Nothing. Nobody. Nowhere. Great life. Yeah.

I miss so many people

I feel a bit tired... There are so many things I have to do. I wish I could do half of them. Now I am siting in a library and thinking... I feel, that I miss so many people. There are so many people I want to meet. So many of lovely people. I feel a bit depressed. Of winter? Yes. I miss the sun, too. I miss the energy. The light. I hate this white light...