Some would say I'm never doing anything useful. My mother, for example. I'm a constant failure in her perfect world. Utopia is another word for a perfect world, and a strange one it is. 'Utopia'. Where the hell did that come from? Latin? Greek? Well, I can't be bothered to learn a second language. Learning is a problem for me, I can't seem to take anything in, and hold it in the right place. I know the stuff, just not who, or what it's linked to. For this reason, I shall fail most of my exams. Except sociology. For some reason that I cannot possibly fathom, that subject just kinda clicks. Like light switches, the kind that use electricity. I'm applying for an apprenticeship in electrical installation, to start in September. Mostly becuase I like electricity, and want to know more about the way it's put to use practically. I want to use it practically, to use my hands. Because these hands can do more than just write. But my parents don't seem to accept that. Acedemic education is the only way forward, apparently. Just like Nazi Germany was hitler's 'way forward', in the context that it doesn't work for me. It works for a whole lot of other people, but not for me. I'm sorry if this blog's a little angsty, It's just I had a huge fight with my parents. Angst is a strange word. It's not quie emo, but it's almost there. I guess angst is depressive about real stuff like war and politics, not just crying over love, like emo. Love is another strange thing. I myself have fallen in love.