However I'm afraid that my DA account is. No time for art at all.
Lot to tell, but briefly I will point out below what have I recently done:
-I had acomplished annual military service
-I defended MA degree (archeology)
-I worked abroad (Germany, magazine work) and at home (luckily archeological stuff, thanks the Emperor!)
-I passed Stanag 6001 tests
-I got myself inked (I absolutely love it. All hail Tanith First and Only!)
And done many more things not worth mentioning with those big events above. I guess that I am moving forward, improving. And thanks to my awful magazine work I have enough cash to rent a flat and live a decent life without any work for a year at least. But being without work sucks, believe me. No motivation, no challenges, no new friends.
Speaking of all of it. After almost half a year breake I had returned to my beloved city of Wrocław. And I have archeological work too! It is a pity that it will end very soon and I will have to find another site to work on or just apply for ordinary job. I will worry about it later though.
Are You curious about what am I doing right now? I am excavating human remains. Sounds grand don't You think? And little bit scarry i suppose. We are digging in XIX/early XX century german graveyard. It does not exist from almost a century. There is a plan to build a school on it. But dead people need some dignity. Our job is to locate all graves, make a documentation of them and then clean the bones and secure valuable goods (wedding/engagement rings, bracelets, pendants etc) being dead people personal items for official burial. really interesting. And quite personal. I have to drink a cup of rum (or something with equal power) to wash away strange thoughts about life and death. It is not an easy job too. Despite being delicate at work I have to survive hars weather conditions. You imagine sunny archeological site near Mediteranean See, don't You? Far from it. It is February. We work on open air. It is cold (somewhere between +5C and -5C). When it is not cold it is wet. When it is cold ground is hard to pentrate. There is snow, rain and the mud. Mud everywhere. Sometimes it even sucks in your shoes. And touch of wet bones covered with mud is horrible! And it's not too well paid. God I love this job. Especialy that I work in good company (and I don't mean those dead bodies around)
It is fine now but I must say that I'm glad that 2015 had passed! That Year sucked much!
Full of dissapointments, heartbreaks and idiots. Some friends turned away from me (or did I become less tollerant for incompetence and bad behaviour?) I traded 6 months of life (working in isolation) for money. I had little time for sport and travelling due to writing my MA dissertation. In the end I even had a car accident. I think I ran out of good karma. I consider myself to be a lucky person. Years from 2010 to 2014 were superb lucky. But there comes the time when You have to pay for all luck You recently had. And it was in 2015 when I had to pay. It costed me much. I hope that that was all I had to pay.
And I feel lonely. Really, being a single can be enjoyed, but I need someone to care for. Sex can be a pleasure but without love is not what I seek. Writing letters to close friends is great too but there is no "love" particle in it - it means not much inspiration and motivation. Anyway. I'll survive.
And I have a cute red haired woman in my bed now. Don't get me wrong! I am TURBO-gentelmen and I don't do that sort of things! I didn't hit her (or intoxicated her) and drag to my bed. I just found her at home (my flatmate guest) tired, hungry and on major hangover
I just gave her my clothes let her sleep. Food awaits her too when she will wake up. I wonder if she will recognise me. We don't even know each others names. Yet!
PS. Sorry for no new deviations. Being a single kills artistic sense.