Moskova'da ilk taksiye bindiğinde taksici "Nereye patron?" diye sordu.Kızdı Nazım.
"Burası emekçilerin ülkesi değil mi ? Patron da nereden çıktı ? " ..

It's holiday. No school. Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. How "swell", yeah ?

Actually I'd like to do something more interesting than writing a damn journal entry. But as it's clearly seen, I'm bored. On my right hand, I have Can Dündar's book, Nazım. The story of Nazım "the Betrayer" in USSR. I bought this book from Ada Bookstore, where people can buy their books and while taking a look at them they have the chance to eat and drink smthng. Why did I make an advertisement of the place? Anyway. On my left hand, I have my English Homework. Fuck. We read that goddamn book, Penelopiad, the story of such a slut. Odysseus' wife. Why would I like to read the story of a fuckin loser character of a legend before Christ !!? It makes no sense at all. In the book, we learned how Odysseus and Penelope cheated on each other. Penelope slept with the suitors. OK, that's worth to be written in her point of view because of the significance of indelity. BUT Odysseus, he's a king, a strong and smart one, and he didn't see his wife for 20 YEARS ! How could you expect of anyone not to cheat on his wife that he didn't see for 20 years ?! That's against the nature of men. I mean why do we focus on this shit that much ? Fuckin senseless. And the English teacher expects me to write an advirtesement, blurry blurbs shit on the Penelopiad. WHY ? Didn't we talk about it for plenty of weeks!? Isn't it still enough ? Why do you have to drive us insane ? Why do you search for the limits of our insanity line ? What's gonna happen when I wrote 2 or 3 blurbs about that shitty book ? No notion of this emotion (hahaha) !

When I see what I've written above, it seemed like it's written by Holden Caufield from "The Catcher In The Rye", the best book I've ever read. Althoughmy aim was not to write it from Holden's point of view, they are very similar. I suppose that's the reason why I liked that book a lot, which has nothing to do with my feelings right now. But referring to this similarity, I think I should glance at that book again and organize my ideas again. No way back, or no other way.
Let's finish this entry with lyrics from Tool, the adorable band. [hahaha, only a poser could said that !!]

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start things over
And why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over
And why?