Tomorrow is another good and long day full of running around the town, working, meeting various people, and you know what? - I love that.

Although the blisters on my feet hurt...expressively… and way too impressively (so that I feel the need to rinse them in a cold water time after time to reduce swelling and redness of fingers)

Have met Jana today. Have been talking for approximately 3 hours merely in English with a tiny interference of Latvian while sitting in the restaurant. I feel jealous of her being in the international environment, but in a good way. Her experience motivates to start looking for foreign friends in the university and finally get myself out of the box of tranquility and social remoteness. Now is the very time to start working for my reputation and future. I understand that my aspiration is mostly charged by a strong sense of maximalism and huge ambitions which, in my opinion, may be considered as a pretty benign/ harmless trait and source of energy.

The feeling of stillness and constraint while 'warming up' the brain by using another language is indescribable.

I miss an artsy environment.
I miss the sense of festiveness and joy while sitting at the easel and drawing, erasing, measuring proportions, shading etc.
I miss whisper of the radio in the depth of the studio, piles of unfinished drawings and paintings hung on walls.
I miss all the beautiful moments.

Yesterday while sitting with Jana in one of the tranquil corners in the Academy of Art, I suddenly bumped into idea that acquainted people may be split into three time-dimensions, respectively, past, present and future.
Imagine talking to a person - what do you feel? Being frozen in the reality, falling down into nostalgia and sentimentality of the past, or fleeing rapidly away from above mentioned phenomena and jumping into the portal of a thrilling future?

I would call it 'a quite unexplained feeling' or even 'a notion' or 'comprehension' as I come across the idea that my character is rapidly changing. As if I don't have any kind of emotional barriers (of course I still have), as if I am not frightened of looking rude or impolite (which is pretty true), as if all this features were stimulated by the huge and devastating exhaustion which is hilarious - I am only 18 and to be that grumpy at my age is not relevant and rational.

Today I have been inspired to spend a sack full of money for presents for Jana and the brothers. These three packets costed me 3-4 months of saving up, although it is absolutely worth it. As I don't have so much time and motivation to spend enough time at home, presents are perfect for expresing my love and attention.