So I've gotta do all of them now! :D
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – A childhood picture
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your last kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
This week has been nothing that special so far. I've been at a friend's place from Saturday till Monday -1st of November is a free day in most parts of Germany- and we were gaming nearly nonstop. :D Then my mother, my sister and I cleaned our barn up a little. Yesterday nothing in particular happened, I just wrote a Biology exam and ... well ... Lemme say it like this; I wrote things down. For every task. Yes, that I did... :3 I also managed to finally try out "Fable", which is an awesome game so far!
There was also nothing big today either. I went on a walk with my mother and our dogs nearly 45 minutes and came home just like 15 minutes ago. It really is a lot of fun to walk around when it gradually becomes darker, and walking in the dark is the most fun! :) I still have to do homework, though, and have to go to work in 90 minutes or so...
I won't post it here since I don't know where it is. But it shows me with 5 or 6, my hair as bright as the sun itself, a yellow so powerful it nearly is white and clear, blue eyes. I'm making a very disapproving face, wrinkle my eyebrows and my nose and all my face says "No. Simply no.". I can't remember what I'm holding in my hands, but I remember having a swing behind me, and that it is a very bright day in summer. My body is covered with a red, thin T-Shirt, whereas blue short trousers cover some parts of my legs. I do neither know when or for what reason this foto was made or I'm making this face. I just can remember that picture very clearly. :)
What kind of dreams? My dreams about what I wanna become are easy explained; I wanna become the ruler of the world, and if that's impossible I wish to become an author, at least as a side job. Then I wish to have an easy life, but not a lazy one. I wish to be challenged, but in a fun way in my life. I also wish to meet a woman I can spend my life with, even if that's pretty hard considering my attitude and how others perceive it. :D
My dreams at night are mostly extreeeemly random~ I remember that I once dreamt that I'd walk off a bus, look to the right, look to the left, see nothing but desert, look to the right again, also to only see sand where has been a street before. And then I start walkign until I woke up. I mean, wuttufukk? O__o
That was nearly two years ago with the girl who was my girlfriend at that time. We were standing at the train station, it was December 30th, and it was pretty cold. We stood there hugging each other to warm ourselves up and waited for the train. We were laughing and whispering just like the childish people we were, and we were talking who will come to visit who next. As the train appeared she got away from me, smiled at me lovely and gave me a kiss which warmed me up more than the hug before. After I replied that kiss she got on the train, turned around and waved at me smiling.
That time I never thaught that this would be the last kiss I'd receive from her. We never met afterwards as she broke up with me three months later.
I cannot deny that I love the memory of my first kiss, of some other very delightful things which happened to me alone, with friends or with my girlfriend. There are a lot of memories I treasure deep in my heart, and some of them help me to get up when I'm on my knees and about to completely fall. But the memory I treasure most and above everything else, the memory which is like none other able to cheer me up, to make me continuing smiling and struggling, this is the memory of the final dot I placed under my first short story.
I think it was four years ago, and it was in school. We had a lesson where some people from a University explained some things to us, and it was indescribably boring. I had written several stories before, but they ought to turn into longer stories -which never happened, to be truth. So I sat there on a cold November noon, was physically appearent and wandered of into the realms of my fantasy. Then, suddenly, the idea or "The Gleeman" popped up in my head. Not once before I thought about writing a short story, and there he was! The image of "The Gleeman" appeared in my head just like light appears when turning on the light, and it was intense like the sun! Not hesitating even a second, I pulled out some sheets of paper and started writing and writing and even more writing. After nearly 90 minutes I finally put the last dot at the end of the last sentence, and I felt relieved and full of energy and happiness at the same time. I clearly remember having to suppress to tremble. I think I never before have been so happy as I was at that very moment when I finished the first step on a long way, the first step towards the me I'm now; An author.