I’ve badly neglected Mizahar for the last few days. I didn’t have any particular reason, or rather, I have, but that doesn’t really count as a reason for me. I have time because it’s summer holidays here. I have time because my grandma hasn’t yet finished what we need to get started on our big project, so I’m merely waiting for her at the moment. I have time because I don’t have anything to do except reading books for my thesis, playing the violin and going for a walk or swimming once in a while.

But something has kept me from Mizahar: stories. Recently I’ve rediscovered my love for epic stories. About a week ago I’ve attended a manga and anime convention, an event that revolves around those two-dimensional people on the page and screen. As always, I’ve seen amazing things. I’ve watched a few episodes of a new anime – and went home to watch some more episodes. Then I started reading more manga again and found one I enjoyed. I knew that it had been turned into an anime as well, so I went to watch the anime. And got hooked from the first episode on. Since then, my creativity and art has taken a lot of inspiration from that anime and some other amazing stuff I’ve been reading and watching.

During that, something else has happened. One day I’ve found myself with nothing to write and nothing to do, so my mind kind of made up one of those crazy stories I’d never show anyone else. Not even my best friend. I don’t know how people will react to such crazy stuff, but a part of me doesn’t want to find out. I write those stories for my own enjoyment. They aren’t meant to be rewritten, criticized or published, they are meant as a pastime to fight boredom. That’s the only reason I can recall that I’ve started writing: out of simple boredom. Anyway, I’ve started writing that story. That day I didn’t have anything else to do, so I started writ...

The group that went to Greece consisted of some amazing and funny people. All in all half of us were musicians and/or artists, so I believe that kind of explains the relaxed, laid-back atmosphere that accompanied us during our travels through Athens and the Peloponnese. One evening we even went down to the beach and sang various songs to the beautiful tune of a guitar. Those days, sitting there in the dark or dancing Sirtaki or roaming ancient stone ruins ... I will put some memories here.

So, I’ve been a bit confused lately over the function of scrapbooks. Most seem to use them as a replacement for blogs and I understand that since scrapbooks get more comments than blogs. I’ve done that too, for some time, because my first reaction on new things usually is going with the flow. That’s over now, though. I want to post my ramblings where they belong and drawings and other inspiration stuff in my scrapbook. I like things to be in order.

Recently I’ve come across the Law of Attraction and two books about it. I started reading the first one about a week ago, I think, and have already experienced some amazing results. Of course, some have been more amazing than others. Getting on the tram just in time for several times is one of the not-so-amazing everyday wonders. Or not caring for a bad degree at a minor exam. Or getting something for Mura done. Or feeling not as sick as before since I’ve logged on and entered chat because everyone is so nice and friendly and someone has even commanded me to get better. Positive thoughts.

Then there are the real wonders of which I’ve only experienced one so far which totally surprised me and made me happy. Like, I don’t even remember the last time I was that happy. The mere thought of it continues radiating happiness and anticipation which is just what I need now, by the way. Anyway, let me tell you a bit about it ... I think I’ve spoken about my lovely psychology teacher before, and also about the fact that I have two different psychology teachers: one for the regular subject and one for the semi-voluntary one. They are actually a married couple and look very sweet together, although they are approximately in their fifties or sixties and don’t have any children. So, that’s why she was able to tell the semi-voluntary psychology group last Thursday that she’ll be our teacher in the...