Thursday, 20 November 2008

They'll call us lonely when we're really just alone

From the mountain tops down to the sunny street,
A different drum is playing a different kind of beat.
It's like a mystery that never ends,
I see you crying and I want to kill your friends.

This is the beginning of a seriously amazing album.
On the picture you can see me unwrapping a Mozartkugel which my professor had given to me. It made me feel as if I was in primary school again, being given sweets by a professor. What made the whole thing especially funny was that we had talked about Marxist theories for an hour before that. My professor is pretty much the nicest female person I have ever met, I think.